#@&%@*, Brad Lidge!!! #*&@%!!!
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What you see above is what happens when you actually do this:
There! Just for the record, no foreheads were actually injured during this little experiment.
Now, Brad Lidge, even though I know you’re not reading this, I feel I must vent my frustrations with you.
Note to Brad:
Just because the other team’s closer blows a save in the top of the ninth, doesn’t mean you have to copy him and do the same in the bottom of the ninth! Remember, nobody likes a copycat!
I really don’t want to have to decapitate your bobblehead, like Jenn suggested in a recent post.
But Brad, this is now your ninth blown save of the season!! I know it’s a bit unrealistic of us to expect perfection two years in a row, but nine is a new career high (or should I say “low”) for you.
Please stop it right this instant, or I shall have to resort to drastic measures! Keep in mind, I own a voodoo doll (typographically challenged, but never mind).
You wouldn’t want to wake up tomorrow with a nasty case of Hairy Eaps or Importenci, would you?