Well this about sums it up. Brewers go 5-2 on a West coast swing where they swept Major League Baseball's best team. Then go 5-4 on a home stand, not great by any stretch but not a disaster. So 10-6 in their last 16 and headed out to face two teams a combined 22 games under .500. And here we are. Sh*ttin' in the street. Like the end of last night's game was almost unfathomable. Not that it got tied, that happens from time to time, but the way we lost it. Like what is Ediwin Maysonet's explanation for even throwing the baseball to second? To make sure we didn't lose 5-3? Bro the WINNING FRIEKING RUN is on 3rd! But thank God that hit didn't get stretched into a double. Crisis averted. I was flat out shocked that it wrapped up that way, that quickly. Sat there with my mouth hanging open watching Davey Nelson get his Shannon Sharpe on and try to explain to me how this team can be so bad and still have talent. How this team can lose three games in which it's starting pitchers threw 21 2/3 innings of 4 run ball and we lost all three games. And to Ned Yost of all people. And how happy was that guy? I didn't see his post game but I picture him sitting in his office chair petting a cat and laughing in our faces.
Now I know it's hard to get really upset about this team considering the injuries. I mean we are essentially constituted of players from the lost and found. We've got a dirty mitten (Maysonet), a deflated kick ball (Cody Ransom), and broken watch (Brooks Conrad) playing almost every day. But still, our pitching is too good to be 28-35. We've got the lowest ERA in the LEAGUE in the last 8 games. Just baffling on every level.
Now with all that said, the 4th of July is still my water mark. If you're within 5 games on the 4th, you're okay. But this team has got to stop playing like they belong in the California Penal League in order to start giving anyone hope.*
*You ever see the movie Blow? Right at the end where Johnny Depp's character is going to make one last deal and get out? Like he genuinely believes he's going to pull it off and a second later the sobering reality of the DEA storming in hits him like a ton of bricks. Before you know it he's on lock down for 30 years and giving his imaginary daughter imaginary hugs in the yard? THAT'S how I feel when I tell people I still believe in this team. I'm Johnny Depp just hoping against hope this team has one last run in them. And everyone else looks at me with that mixture of pity and respect for still believing. Before you know it I'll be in my Brewer's snuggie hugging a fake 2012 Brewer's NL Champions pennant.
PS: Last night is a classic example of why being a non-sports fan sometimes pays off. To say I was envious of people who just don't care about the Brewers is an understatement. Like they watched America's Got Talent, went to bed at a reasonable hour and were mentally ready for a great weekend. Meanwhile I'm muttering swears under my breath and spending two hours reading comments on Brewer's blogs.