If today ended right now, Red Hot Mama would have received the fewest hits since May 8, the first day of my conference in Seattle, and less than a fifth as many hits as May 31, her most popular day so far. I guess you guys must feel like reading about this team about as much as I feel like writing about it.
Today's game was yet another losing effort for the Reds who have now officially been swept off their feet. By the Rockies. This brings us to five losses in a row and a road record of 3 and about 200.
You can argue about whether the kick-in-the-pants that was the dropping of Danny Graves is the reason why we're seeing significantly improved performance from our pitching staff, but there's no way to argue that it's helped the offense in the long-term. The Reds stranded 11 runners on Friday, 10 Saturday, and 10 today in a phenomenal display of, well, what's the opposite of “clutch hitting”?
It's beginning to look like a change in management is likely. I would say “inevitable” if there were any obvious choice of who could come next, but maybe I should be saying it anyway. Either way, I really wanted the story of Miley to work out better than this, and when he does go, I'll miss his constant nervous blinking that always belied the axiety, jublication, or rage that he kept so neatly tucked inside.
Tomorrow's an off-day, but I'd be surprised not to have any material for an entry. I doubt I'll be very happy about the increase in hits.