Oh my Braves...
Well, last night I watched the Braves swing at dirtball all night, making Linsecumb look like a stellar pitcher. Out of fourteen strikeouts, only about 4 of them actually ended on pitches in the strike zone. Also, Brooks Conrad made me mad with all his crappy fielding. *sigh* Then Posey was totally caught stealing second, but the ump missed the call. Infante (by the way announcer it's pronounced Inn-fahnt-a. It ends with an "a" sound not an "e" sound!) missed a play too. Furthermore, Bobby never called a steal, a hit and run, a bunt, or a sacrifice. Really? We only got three guys on base and we just let them stand there.
Tonight Hanson leaves one of those "hit me" pitches up there for Burrell, and of course he belts it out. Now the Braves are down 4-0. I think my Braves buddy at work might be right. Sometimes it might be better to not make the playoff than to make it and immediately drop the first series.
*tries not to be pessimistic*
Tonight Hanson leaves one of those "hit me" pitches up there for Burrell, and of course he belts it out. Now the Braves are down 4-0. I think my Braves buddy at work might be right. Sometimes it might be better to not make the playoff than to make it and immediately drop the first series.
*tries not to be pessimistic*