Can I call you Dusty? Alright, Mr. Baker -- we can maintain SOME sense of decorum in this debate.
I like you. I've been one of your quieter supporters until this point. I had reservations about you being hired, but you've been a firm hand guiding this ship I call my favorite team since you arrived. Abusing pitchers? Vet Love? Vicious rumors you've put to bed. You brought me playoff baseball, which I was fairly certain, like good Chinese food and a healthy indifference to high school athletics, didn't exist in this part of the world. I even bought a box of toothpicks the other day just to be ready for your bobblehead later this season.
I feel like we're boys, in the only sort of way that a 29 year old fan who buys $5 tickets for a seat he never sits in and a multi-millionaire can be. So please, take this advice from a trusted friend:
6. Hanigan / Hernandez
It's going to win you ballgames, and you should etch it in stone somewhere in case you forget what it looks like. Don't change it. By self-hypnosis tapes if you find yourself wavering.
We'll talk again when Yonder Alonso and Devin Mesoraco get called up.
- Caveat Emperor