Okay, all right, that's enough about Alex Cobb.

Hold on, hold on.

You guys have taken it way too far.

Can I, all right, I need you to turn that down so I can respectfully get to our audience.

Sweet Jesus.

Let's go to Greer 971.

Greer, I'm sorry about that.

What's going on?

Yeah, I've got a rage on Scott Harris for a minute.

So if you don't want to deal any of these prospects at the deadline, I'm actually fine with that.

I'm very bullish on our farm system.

However, if you're going to play it that way, you have got to call up these prospects when they can help the Major League club win.

Max Clark would run circles around Hobby Baez.

Kevin McGonigo might be the best hitting prospect in the last decade.

And where are they?

They're roasting marshmallows over a campfire in some Amish city in Pennsylvania. And I got to watch Trace Sweeney in his stupid face run like a baby deer every time he has to come in on a ground ball. He sucks. And his face is stupid. He looks like his mom used Tylenolus tick-tacks during your pregnancy. Okay. We can't. Now that's, oh my my. All right, Greer. Greer, good God. I'm going to stop you right there. Let's focus on the non-personal attack you levied. Now, he sucks. You got to stay away from the mom stuff. Look, the folly in all of it is the kids were never going to be ready to help you.

Now, if you wanted to try the McGonagall thing, you could have.

I'm not qualified to tell you whether it's advisable or not.

I was just that desperate in August.

Why not?

Let's get a look.

Where this went sideways was your offseason.

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