Well, you know, sometimes the swatter misses.
That's what Jamie Moyer's going to be banking on tonight.
He's made a career of being that kind of pest-pitcher, buzzing around the corners of the plate making big bats go crazy trying to hit him.
It's a compelling story, old grizzled vet vs. guys at the invincible age, and while I don't have the highest hopes for the old timer, I'm gonna watch tonight just to see.
In other news, Bob Brenly has interviewed to manage the Brewers, and that brought up a bunch of talk about Mark Grace coming to team up with Len Kasper and do Cub games instead of Diamondback games.
I like Grace, but I've so come around to Len and Bob doing the games that to me it would be a shame.
On the other hand Bob Brenly deserves another chance in the bigs.
If you read this blog, you probably got the hint that I thought Ned Yost was a boob, and who knows what Brenly could do with that team.
They get a new catcher, figure out how to keep Sheets healthy, maybe get a little more pitching or somehow keep Sabathia and well, that'll be just a little more frightening for us.
Okay, it's SUCH a crappy morning I'm going to try and lift spirits around here with a strawberry waffle morning.
And I'll be thinking about Moyer today.
It'll be amazing if he can pull it off.
