It’s been a while; and no I am not referencing the band Staind, no offense. Going to go for full Costanza. It’s going to be brief and it might have been echoed by other peeps.
Holy hell! We have $750,000,000 (Trout and Rendon), on summer vacation trying out the Balboa Bars, while Taylor Ward is getting beetled in the face. Trout, today on “Peacock” (representing), did a complete benign interview of nothing. I do not blame either Trout or Rendon; neither one of them are leaders or red assess. There is no Percival or Erstad on this team. We have a unicorn doing his best on the Sea of Galilee while his Three Amigos are working out their dance steps and figuring what taste like beer.
Our line up every game is like ro sham bo at the old folks home. The only red ass stepping up is our manager. His faults, missteps, and IPads are medals well deserved. Also, that being said, you can’t hang your banners and grievances on the one who fills out the line up card. For the last few weeks, it is like our manager is Mel Gibson in “Gallipoli”.
While writing these thoughts; I hade to make some dinner for the family. In my dinner pause, unlike Martin Luther, I can recant; Mike Trout and Anthony Rendon are a black hole of leadership. Their leadership ends at what topping they want on their Balboa Bars. Launch these clowns! To quote Metallica “Damage Inc.” ‘Fuck it all and no regrets.'”
Photo credit: Rex Fregosi
