Well, that stank [1].
On Day Two of the Return of MSG/FSNY, I bailed out early, tired of watching Kris Benson's neck snap back and Greg Maddux go through the lineup like a combine. Not that things were much less painful on the radio. Fortunately, there's a day game tomorrow. Hopefully we can flush the memory of this one away by 5:30 or so. (Hopefully it won't rain.)
Ed Coleman just had Bam Bam Burnitz on Mets Whatever. I had forgotten his unmistakable voice. My Lord. He sounds like a guy who read for Floyd in “True Romance” but lost out to Brad Pitt's much more nuanced, subtle performance. Somebody get Jeromy some beer and cleaning products — I'm not sticking around to hear the highlights of this one.