apropos of anything

Where have you gone, Leo Mazzone? A city turns its lonely eyes to you as you rock slowly back and forth in Baltimore, surrounded by seafood and within spitting distance of the President.

We head to Turner Field, expecting our Braves to show up and play like they usually do, and instead the pitchers who take the mound have ERAs in double digits and our viewing experience is somewhat akin to having a root canal.

It doesn’t matter if you can hit if you can’t pitch, and these days our pitchers couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn.

Meanwhile, the rest of the MLB is in some kind of bizarro world where the Cardinals are second-to-last in their division, the Cubs are relatively hot, and the godforsaken Mets, the poor man’s Yankees in the sense that they try, and try, and try, and spend, and spend, and spend, and yet never succeed, THOSE Mets are almost perfect.

I hate the Mets.

Maybe Roger McDowell hasn’t had enough time yet to influence his pitchers. Maybe Camp Roger underwent some growing pains. Maybe our pitchers are just… lousy. (But I don’t really think so.) Whatever it is, I’d really appreciate it being fixed because this whole sucking thing is just wretched to watch.

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