Well, if that doesn’t lend credence to my theory that Salty does voodoo on our catchers, I don’t know what will. Heap and Pena are injured in the same game, and then Salty comes up on his birthday? There was some chicken blood involved, I’ll bet.
I love how the AP photographer got Depressed Heap in the background there. No one does depressed like Heap. Did anyone else see his interview on the pre-game show? It was dark, man.
Salty looked quite smart at the plate, and I was impressed when he threw Werth out at second. I hope we’ll be able to trade him for some young pitching this season, though it will be kind of sad to see him doing well for another team. But if we could pull off some kind of Scott Kazmir-esque steal of a trade (my favorite trade of all time — eat it, Mets fans!), he’ll have done his part for us.
Pretty funny when he tried to be That Guy by hitting one out in his first at-bat. Close, but not quite — sorry pal, we’ve already got a Frenchy.
I thought it was funny that Salty was wearing Langerhans’ old number, until I heard that Langy was traded again, this time to the Nationals — ouch! Maybe that was another aspect of Salty’s voodoo curse, who knows. Rookie hot shot stole your number and you’re headed for the worst team in baseball — sounds like a country song.
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