If it weren't for that shampoo bottle, we might never have known why Andrew Bailey was pitching shitty. This is wonderful news. Don't you think it's wonderful news? I mean, goodness, we didn't need a closer anyway. Now that Bard is undeservingly and inexplicably in the starting rotation, and Paps is flapping his jaw in Philly, who's going to close? Aceves?
It's unsettling, this feeling of crashing and burning before the season gets under way. But with no closer, a makeshift shortstop, nobodies in the outfield, a pissed off pitching rotation, a manager who cannot SHUT THE HELL UP, and a GM who, for all intents and purposes, truly seems like he has no idea what he's doing? Yeah, unsettled. I guess the only cure for this is going to be Thursday. The beginning of baseball season. It's not going to tell us everything we need to know, but at least the panic won't matter as much. Baseball! On TV! Who the heck need panic anyway?
I know I'm ready for it. Are you?
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