So, that was horrific. I guess it could have been worse, but when I heard "Smoltz is walking to the dugout," my life pretty much flashed before my eyes. His departure seemed to really spook the rest of the team (I don't blame them), and the rest of the game was a sad Smotlz-less effort. At least he doesn't think it's serious.
The Mets won last night, so we're now five games back. There is discussion of putting Chipper on the DL. And apparently the only explanation we can come up with for sorry hitting at home is girls. (Or, 15% girls, according to Frenchy).
What to do at a time like this? Consider trades? Embrace pessimism? Look forward to playing the Cubs? When the Braves are struggling, I always try to put things in perspective. Before Monday's game, they showed Ryan Freel's scary collision on our broadcast, and until they announced that he was okay in the fourth inning, worrying about the outcome of the game seemed silly. And today, I bring you something so awful, so unfathomably bad, it will make everything that happened last night seem inconsequential in comparison:
It will either make you laugh or make you feel grateful to have survived listening to it.