I'm not sure that this is what Anthony Witrado meant when he wrote this headline, but he's right, whichever way you want to look at it:
Hall takes care of his business
Trade furor doesn't upset his routine
Yep -- I'd say striking out (and looking awful while doing it) in his first two at-bats is pretty routine for Bill Hall.
But enough about over-compensated douchebags who aren't man enough to keep things in-house and instead have to float passive-aggressive trade demands through their douchebag agents.
Let's talk standings.
We're in the first week of June. The Crew, recent residents of the NL Central cellar, now sit tied for third with the 'Stros and their 12-year-old right fielder. (Gangly motherfucker looks like he's going through puberty; he's all arms and legs, and it doesn't look like he's shaving yet.) The Diamondbacks, who were printing their NL West Champs T-shirts a month ago, now sit at 32-27, a mere game better than the Brewers. How the hell that happens when you're running Brandon Webb and Danny Haren out there as your top starters is beyond me.
(Note: It's not actually beyond me. That was hyperbole. I realize that every position player for the D-backs stopped hitting at exactly the same time, and that karma got tired of Eric Byrnes' 'look how hard I play!' jackassery and smote his hamstring. That made me smile.)
But we're all looking up at the fucking Cubs. D's 3Some keeps telling me: They've gotten fat at Wrigley, they'll come back to earth when they're on the road. You know what? That's all I heard last September: they're the Cubs. They'll find a way to fuck this up. And then we -- and by 'we' I mean: King Ned -- were the ones who pissed it away at the end of the year.
Anyway, the Cubs betting start sucking and right soon, or I'm going to lose my faith in humanity.