Me either. Look at the rest of THAT staff. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, with only Joey Votto for consolation.
He'll hole up with a case of Hudy and some four-way chili takeout, wondering how it all went so wrong. I should be more compassionate, but then I think of the 2015 NLCS and the feeling passes me by.
Off topic, but curious, did you get the blazertannica?









