Jason Marquis got lit up Wednesday. In other news, the sun came up and people in hell need ice water.
I was firmly in the Marquis camp for most of this year (and the past 2, for that matter) - great stuff, good bat. He won even more points by taking a beating at the hands of the ChiSox and Braves, to protect the bullpen. My god, a team player? In this era?
Of course, that's before he reminded me why those same Braves gave up on him 3 years ago. What a head case. Keep the ball down, you're 15-7. Throw it all over the strike zone, you're 27-29. This isn't rocket science. And yet Jason manages to ignore that sage advice.
BALL. DOWN. GOOD GOD YA'LL. THAT'S HOW YOU GET OUTS - has he got it yet? No? SAY IT AGAIN...
Now, when his team has one stud pitcher and one who's effectiveness is directly proportional to the size of the umpire's strike zone, and desperately needs another consistent arm for the post-season, this mental midget has laid a 2-8, 6.39 egg since 28 July. Way to make an impression in your walk year. Don't think your next team's gonna shell out $5.15 million for this level of suck-itude. Well, maybe Toronto - they did overpay for Burnett, after all.
I keep waiting for Duncan to go postal Tavaraz-style or for Molina to beat him to death on the mound with his mask. It's gonna happen, you'll see. Duncan finally vented some frustration with pinhead publicly recently, so there's still hope.
He's just saving himself for the playoffs. Yeah, that's it. The 2009 playoffs. For the Yankees.
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