It's no secret that the Buffet has hit a bit of a rut lately. Between the birth of our new baby, work, tax season, kids, and the pending nuptials of Mr. Sparkle and Sheets' Va Jay Jay (respectively, of course; they're not marrying each other -- not that there's anything wrong with that), it's been tough to find time to create any worthwhile content.
Throw in the fact that the Brewers, at this point, are who we thought they were (around .500, capable of being very good in stretches, capable of being very, very bad in stretches, no threat to contend for the playoffs), and there isn't a lot to say that hasn't been said before. Jon Hart still swings at sliders in the dirt. The pitching still isn't good enough. Jeff Suppan still is a sunk cost, though he's now sunk at the end of the 'pen. Ken Macha still looks like Leslie Nielsen, and manages the team as well as Mr. Nielsen tended to the passengers in Airplane! Ho hum.
BUT ... all that might be about to change: KING NED IS BACK.
The Kansas City Royals apparently decided there are levels of Hell they've not yet explored, so they canned manager Trey Hillman after a month-and-a-half and turned the reins over to His Majesty, His Highness, His Over-Caffeinated and High-Strung Worshipfulness, Nedly Yost III.
This means more Yostys! This means more dugout confrontations. This means more talk of pitchers walking the park and fielding their position well.
Nobody else will be watching, but we will. We've missed you so, Ned. Welcome back.