I've never actually been punched in the stomach, but I think I have an idea what it feels like.

Couldn't protect a six-run lead in the ninth to lose 10-9. Time to send someone down for more practice; I recommend Graves.

This entry is cross-posted on Bellyitcher, forum of Cardinals lady-blogger and natural target for my instigation, Bellyscratcher.

I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to watching the Cards go down in spectacular fashion tonight. They might be in first for the moment, but there's no way that aging outfield has the stamina for the long haul. “Experience” and “maturity” will soon translate to “old dudes hobbling around trying not to break a hip” for Walker, Edmonds, and Sanders. For their own health and safety, the prudent thing for them to do is trade in the cleats and take up bridge instead.

P.S. - Freel's been seeing a lot of playing time lately, so I hope your boy Nuñez is ready to spend the whole series on his ass in the dirt.