Chowdah tore a ligament in his thumb on that catch yesterday. Shades of Alex Cora.
Pat Misch has left the scene in exchange for Ken “The Executioner” Takahashi.
Johan Santana will miss tomorrow’s start because something’s up with his pitching elbow. Where did I see this information? Every–goddamned–where, damn it.
You realize that now every one of the players visible on the above Nikon photo montage has SOMETHING wrong with them, yes?
At least Angel Pagan is a one-man pinball wizard versus the Phillies defense. Jesus.
I’ve decided to build my own line-up. I figure watching this group play ball until the first weekend in October would be just as–if not more–entertaining than what we’ll likely see.
SS: Jon Cryer.
1B: Madlib.
2B: Osbert (Snarf) from Thundercats.
3B: MacGyver. Not Richard Dean Anderson from MacGyver or the guy Richard Dean Anderson played in MacGyver. The SHOW, as entity.
LF: A 1977 Topps baseball card featuring Texas Rangers outfielder Jeff Burroughs. (For those who take issue, click here.)
CF: The disembodied mole of Carlos Beltran.
RF: Bob Capano. This does not constitute an endorsement of Bob Capano. I’ve just seen his picture everywhere.
C: …
I will be tomorrow night’s starting pitcher, which means I must be off for the airport. I throw left-handed. If I do well, I might be signed to a three-year deal worth $36 million.
At least I hear that’s how that stuff goes.
