Friday, May 13, 2005

 

Oh, All Right...

...I'll look at the goddamned bright side. Maybe you'll stop crying and snivelling, at least for a few minutes. I could use the peace and quiet.

I can read the standings just fine, okay? Three games out in May ain't that bad. I'll admit it. Even though the team is doing a damn good impression of Anakin Skywalker after his duel with Obi-Wan Kenobi, three games back is a good place to be. Remember, the Giants started last year with a sickening 16-24 record. This year, they're already 17-17, so they're one up on that sad crew.

Even the injuries are getting better. The last injury was to Al Levine. No, I don't know who the hell he is either. Apparently he has pitched in 5 games, and was welcomed heartily by the opposing batters each time. He is said to have suffered a strained neck. I presumed he strained it watching the runners circle the bases from the pitching mound.

Overall, this is an improvement. The Grim Reaper is obviously running out of bullets. Instead of terminal knee cancer, or spontaneously combusting hamstrings, the Reaper is now inflicting strained necks and tummy aches (to J.T. Snow). Also, his aim is getting very shaky. In recent days, he has taken out Rich Aurilia and Felix Rodriguez. They are not even on the team anymore. In a best-case scenario, the Reaper will keep shooting wildly and knock out Russ Ortiz, Sean Estes, Jeff Kent and Neifi Perez. More likely, he'll just get tired and take a rest.

Either way, things are looking up.

Jefferson 12:59 PM

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