Nothing like some Saturday TV sports-watching to reset a man and make him feel more manly. And I do feel more manly for having watched the Braves, although with great puzzlement, and now the Masters, albeit with my Sponge Bob pajama bottoms on. It's all about feel.
The Braves starting pitching is real stinky thus far, not traditionally a trouble spot. We have a new pitching coach, coincidentally, and the TBS cameras have had some long lingering shots of him when there's been pitching trouble. They're not looking at him because he rocks back and forth, I assure you. I'm not saying anything, I'm just pointing out an interesting coincidence. But I assure you this. Joey Devine is just not mentally ready for the big leagues yet, and he looks panic stricken in his last two appearances. He's squeezing the hell out of the ball resulting in wild pitches or sliders that move too little, but then move the other way a whole lot. We might as well have re-signed Wohlers just for the nostalgia.
Ken Ray for president. Oscar Villarreal is not eligible.
Go Braves! Opening Day Monday with a special Regular Guys Show broadcast from 5-6pm from the Chop House, home to Atlanta's hottest drunken sluts outside of Wild Bill's and MySpace.