From Beast To Beyotch

I really, really hate to say this....but thank god for Tampa and Toronto. If they decided to fold up the tent, I don't know where we'd be tonight.

There are a lot of people to blame for this 17-9 debacle to a team that was given its last rites and embalmed. But the ringleader of this three ring circus was Mike Mussina.

Instead of calling him Moose though...I'm going to start calling him Morris, as in the Cat. Because he's so fucking finicky!!!! Need your Nine Lives, bitch???

His last start, he was challenging guys and finishing them off. In part, because Torre gave him a 80 pitch limit, so Mike realized that he had to make the most of it and be economical.

Tonight, he went back to being his old finicky self. Refusing to challenge hitters, nibbling, unable to adjust when his original gameplan isn't working.

He lasted an inning and two thirds. An inning and two thirds!!! During a pennant race!! And this is the guy who is supposed to pitch us to the posteseason if it comes down to Sunday? Schilling was hardly sharp, but at least he battled. Mussina and the rest of these bastards never gave us a chance to compete. Sheffield dons his cape and does his Superman imitation.....and these jackasses give the lead right back. How do you let a team as dead as the O's drop a 17 spot on you during a pennant race?

Tomorrow's a new day and momentum is tomorrow's starting pitcher. Hopefully, Chacon can give us an edge and Tampa and Toronto aren't done playing spoiler. I'd settle for being tied going into Friday. But I'd love to have a game in hand versus Cleveland and Boston.

If not, well Morris....you better become Tony by Sunday.