Friday, August 26, 2005


I was kind of afraid of this. A string of good performances, a hot opponent, due for a meltdown, and boom, in the fourth inning the floodgates finally opened and drowned the kid. Apparently you don't spell relief G-R-E-G-G, because he was just as bad.

Write this one off. I know I will. It's drinking in time in Oak Park.

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