Purgatory Online

Sunday, June 22, 2003

Well, I'm back, and I feel like the parents of a teenager who've returned home to find a naked kid passed out in their front yard, a keg floating in the swimming pool, 650,000 cigarette butts smoldering on the sitting room divan, and several police cars parked on their front lawn.

Obviously, the Angels' performance over the last week has been just ghastly, and, in a couple of hours, they get to hit against Kevin Brown, who is far and away the best pitcher in the NL this year. I really have no idea what's been going on, so I'll save the scathing commentary until tomorrow (or Tuesday - I have to catch up at work, too, you know), but let's just say that in the next few weeks I anticipate writing about whether the Angels should trade away a couple of their mainstays to contenders.