The worst day of the year... the day after the end of the regular season. Doesn't it feel weird? Like a morning when the sun doesn't come up or something. I feel like I should be getting ready to root for Balester to bounce back from his worst start of the year. I should be looking forward to see if Martis can get his walks down without lowering his K rate or seeing his batting average against skyrocket. I'm wondering if Dukes can hit a couple more dingers this week or when Guzzy's BABIP will finally succumb to gravity. Instead here I am listening to Lisa Mullins wondering how it is that some people find fat guys pushing against each other or tall guys stuffing a ball through a hoop to be adequate substitutes.
Oh well. Maybe I'll do the crossword.