Man on man, what a crappy night. I miss most of the game because I'm sitting in the waiting room of the jail waiting for my fortnightly 15-minute visit with my Pop, then I finally do get out to my car to make the 35-minute trip home just in time to turn on the radio and catch Clemens knocking in his own freakin' lead. Demmit! And even though Clemens is on my fantasy team, I don't get credit for his 2 RBI. Double demmit!
Weathers finally had a respectable outing, going hitless in the 7th inning. I was glad to see it. I worry about Weathers because we saw him get rocked at one of the spring training games, and I was underwhelmed by his composure. I can appreciate that we don't want a team of all cool cucumbers, but it seems like those flaring tempers do more to burn out players than to make them shine. Plus, it's kind of embarassing to watch a grown man throw a temper tantrum.
That cool attitude and apparent enjoyment of playing the game has a lot more to do with why I'm getting on the Joe Randa bandwagon than the homeruns do. The occasional, well-timed long ball gets me as riled up as anyone, but I'd rather watch the fellas run the bases than jog them. If nothing else, you get a better look when they have to pause on the bag.
Now is the point where I'd usually go into my rant about how too many guys are wearing their pants too loose, but I'll save it for another day. For now, I have some work to do on my fantasy team. At least Clemens gave me plenty of strikeouts.