Scott White

I had planned to blog today about the most added players in Fantasy and whether or not they deserved that distinction only to discover that all the Fantasy leagues had shut down for the night to undergo scheduled maintenance.

Yes, it affects even us in the "in."

So instead, I'll take a moment now to express what's really on my mind.

Dang it, Bedard. What the heck happened out there? Texas? The Rangers? Really?

What, was it Milton Bradley? Did he look at you funny? Did German Duran put an 80s song in your head? Or was it the heat? The ballpark? Did you take that "don't mess with Texas" talk to heart?

Don't mess with Texas? Don't mess with me!

Or maybe everything's bigger in Texas, right? Yeah, except your expectations. Way to go and negate my points for A.J. Burnett, because heaven forbid I enjoy a halfway decent start from him for once.

Bedard ... piece of lard.

You know what? I don't care. I don't even care. I don't need this Fantasy garbage. I have my ... health and my ... ... ... dang it, Bedard!

Why couldn't you just pitch up to standard? Why? Why? Is it so unreasonable to ask someone to perform up to expectations around here? I didn't even need a win. I didn't ask for two home runs or anything unreasonable. All I wanted was for you not to pitch like John Bale.

So if I went up to you before the game and said, "Hey ... hey, Dardy ... you think you can, uh, pitch a little better than John Bale today?" you would have either said "no" or been wrong. I'm guessing the latter.

Next time, I'll start Randy Wolf.

See? It affects even us in the "in."