It's just, it's a joke.

No amount of injuries account for this level of ball.

I mentioned this last week.

I mean, there's a lot of nights, and I, and I mean this.

You know, Pat and I didn't always see eye to eye,

but the late Pat Caputo, he would use a term for this,

and he was spot bang on with it.

It's clown ball.

You know, the other night, drop and fly balls, lazy throws into the infield,

horrific O2 pitches, lazy at bat.

It's clown ball.

I'm not going to let the team off the hook acting like they got seven Mickey Mantles on the IR.

I'm not doing it.

So is it anger or is it apathy?

I mean, there is a morbid level to this where you're like, you know what,

just lose at this point so you rip the effing bandaid off and I can move on with my summer.

Oh, and also the minute scoble pitches his first healthy game, maybe two, trade him.

Because what I'm not going to do, and again, I am not impuging the character of my coworkers.

I heard earlier it was like 20 minutes of a math equation of how this team gets to 87 wins.

I mean, you may as well attach tinfoil and an antenna to your head and root for 88.7 gigawatts. You've got to be out of your mind. The way they're playing? Give me a break. David, talk to me because I know I took up all the oxygen there. I'm very sorry. I'm amped up.

Kenny's coming in the studio, possibly to yell at me.

Oh, thanks, buddy.

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