…Steve Trachsel was bad.
…Gavin Floyd didn't get a rainout.
…Pat Burrell was around to kill us.
…Sal Fasano had short hair and no 70s porn-king 'stache.
…Steve Trachsel was worse.
…Paul Lo Duca couldn't field a one-hop throw to the plate.
…David Bell was tolling for thee, me and everyone else in orange and blue.
…Julio Franco was running bases like a rookie.
(Heck, it feels like Julio Franco was a rookie when this thing began.)
…Jose Reyes was a slugger.
…the Braves were taking batting practice somewhere out west.
…Ryan Madson had given up imagining the next time he'd get to throw 100 pitches in a night.
…Billy Wagner hadn't faced his old team.
…Carlos Beltran let himself come off a bag.
…Jose Reyes wasn't quite slugger enough.
…I could see straight.
…Darren Oliver thought he might get to start Thursday.
…it was still Tuesday.
…Lo Duca and Fasano could feel their legs.
…the Braves were still playing somewhere out west.
…the Phils were three games back.
…Madson still had Pitch #522 in his hand [1].
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