the Mets and the Cubs and the Marlins. But getting thrashed by the LAngels after a great weekend is like puking up a steak dinner. The whole Burriss-Frandsen-Downs comedy has me scratching my head. Who the hell runs the goddamn show? I understand why they like Burriss, hell, I like Burriss. But Frandsen is clearly the man for the 2nd base job, and his ability to play third and short make him a pretty useful guy. He'll never be Dustin Pedroia, fer chrissakes, but so what? Edgar "$8 million" Rental is chugging along at .635 OPS these days. Six-freakin'-thirty-five, me buckos. That's ghastly. Tell me again why he hits second? Maybe this Downs kid will show us something in the meantime. And, in a week, Frandsen will be back, I suppose. Then we can jerk him around some more. (Memo to KF's agent: seek trade.)
For all the recent excitement, this two-game stretch has given us a cool Skin Bracer slap on the face, and reminded us of the ugly weaknesses of the club. Our future star, Pablo Sandoval, is still unpolished, and we still don't know where to play him. Our old outfielders are still old. Rich Aurilia still has a job. Barry Zito is still Barry Zito. Our cleanup hitter still makes outs 72% of the time. "Lincecum, Cain, pray for rain" is still the refrain. (Sorry, RJ, but at 45 years old you are not part of the future.)
The Franchise is on the hill today, so I expect we can cool their bats this afternoon and get a win. The Rangers come to town after that with their .786 OPS (5th in the ML) and first-place swagger. They've got FIVE guys slugging over .500!! Let's hope we can regain that schpilkes-inducing form we showed not too long ago.