It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Won’t you be my, be my meighbor?
Okay, you know going against Jacob De Grom that you are going to have a tough time. But these are, in sports metaphor speech, the times that try men’s souls. I decided to look up “grom” and found it is German for “great.” Jacob the Great (maybe technically “of” great).
Returning to the great philosophers, “there is no joy in current indigenously named, soon to be otherwise named, ville.” Also, as Sir Richard the great said, “you can kick my ass, but you don’t have to be hollering at me, too.” Of the 5 projected starting 5, 3 are down. A fourth one was a maybe. Also, a sixth one was brought in on a try out and opted out. So, now we get to watch a rotation that is a 2, 5, 7, 8, and 9. Somebody needs to get Leo to donate some sweat socks for the pitchers to rub. We need a 1991 young pitching miracle.
First, Marcell Ozuna is really not good at this thing called “fielding.” That was almost enough to cost a game against Jacob the Great. Mike Soroka wasn’t exactly on, but to be so embarrassed by it that he blew his foot out to get out of there was a little much.
Do you need any more misery?