This Blog Is Full Of Crap

In Houston, RISP stands for Runners In Stranding Position.

11 men stranded. 11 potential runs, and Crapiron doesn't even try to squeeze in a single one.

Crapiron sticks his head up his ass, Jason Lane came out as a pinch hitter, got his K, and finishes the season as a .201 hitter.

That's right - .201. He started lousy, finished lousy. If he were on an AL team, the DH would bat for him.

Steroids or not, Adam Everett made a gigantic case for hunting down Miguel Tejada with his miserable performance at the plate.

Absolute, rock-bottom suck. Despite an 82-80 season, they played like a bunch of losers.

Tampa Bay hit 7 today, Astros hit 9... they should remain tied for worst-hitting teams in the league.

And fuck you very much for eating the bat budget, Bagwell. Way to take one for the team there.

Tim Purpura will wear out his redial button trying to chase Roger and Andy while Carlos Lee keeps throwing himself at the locked and barred door.

That's it for 2006, ending the desperate climb back to relevance that was pretty much finished when Crapiron Garner let the Cubs sweep the club and thinking Jason Lane belonged at a ballpark doing anything but selling peanuts.

The Qualls jersey leaves its vaunted position and returns to the closet.