There is no joy in Mudville today.
Mighty KERSHAW!1! has been shown to be human. A sub-par outing against on the Metropolitans last Friday left Uncle Charles battered and bruised to the tune of 4 earned runs over just 3.2 innings. He couldn’t even finish the fourth. Luckily, the Dodgers offense (yes, it does exist) bailed him out and he didn’t suffer the loss. Also lucky for him, I have big strong arms with which to hold him and make him feel safe.
And only two ‘Lembecks’…how sad.
But fear not fellow man crushers, it is but a minor setback in the very young career of our hero. Hey, even Koufax had a bad outing or two. All Uncle Charles needs is to get a little bit of his control back (4 walks in those 3.2 IP) and things will be looking much better. Unfortunately, when I go to Dodger Stadium tomorrow night, Uncle Charles won’t be pitching, and this makes me sad. But luckily, another super fan has written a tribute song to my boy that soothes my soul almost as much as this bottle of whiskey and this dark, cold room.
The best pitcher who ever FUCKING lived!