All right, I'm not going to panic after 14 games. 14 games where my manager gave Josh Elders, the number five guy in my bullpen, four opportunities to blow close games. Nor am I going to be upset about the injury to Derrick Raglin, my starting, four-time All Star shortstop, that left the punchless wonder George Wilde hitting fourth or fifth for five games.
Now, keep in mind that I live in Seattle. I know bad baseball. In my childhood, I had the pleasure of watching the infamous Mario Mendoza play in person as a member of my Mariners. More recently, I have watched Jeff Cirillo, Scott Speizio and Adrian Beltre put up some terrifically bad hitting lines while manning the hot corner. For God's sake, Adrian Beltre had a line 12 games into this season of .109/.212/.109 (Avg/OBP/Slg), giving him a mighty .321 OPS.
But Franklin Jackson (http://ootp.izev.com/p377.html). Oh, Franklin Jackson. Last year he was .263/.324/.497 with 33 bombs and 111 RBI. A solid, dependable player who, incidentally, is pretty cheap. I felt ok with him manning left field for me.
BUT HOW THE F&^%#&^%$ IS HE "HITTING" .098/.161/.118???? He has four singles, one double, and three walks in 54 plate appearances! My dog could put up a .279 OPS (hey, she has small strike zone). And Jackson is my fifth or sixth hitter in the line-up. He also threw in a game-losing error on defense just for good measure. ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
I try to tell myself that it will make the inevitable comeback and the Monarchs' march to the title all the sweeter, that anyone can hit anything in a small sample size, etc. It doesn't make it much better though.
Sigh. And this is what I do for "fun".
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