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Staring at the telephone

Did I say fourth place? I really meant seventh! OMFG, that was a bad night. I'm just glad I don't have cable, otherwise I surely would have broken the TV out of frustration. First my man Mike O'Connor gets eaten alive by the Fish, coughing up five earned runs in one horrible inning, and then the Royals (WTF? The Royals?!?) hammer Bradke for eleven hits in five innings, though mercifully they only managed to score three runs off him.

So I'm back in seventh place, firmly at the bottom of the league in ERA and WHIP. Maybe Tim Wakefield will come through and lift both of those a little tonight, but the way the D-rays have been beating on the Red Sox lately, I'm not going to get my hopes up.