James Shields doesn’t want to hear it. Save it. He’s heard all the excuses. He wants to know what the hell he has to do to get a little love around here. Pitch seven innings of no-hit ball? Check.
What else is it going to take? Surf and turf after the game? Lap dances? Sham-Wows? He only wants a couple of runs, nothing crazy.
He’s trying to carry the team every fifth day. HE COULD USE A LITTLE HELP, because for some reason the team is dead weight on the days he pitches.
He’s mad as hell and he’s not going to take it anymore. Maybe he’ll persuade Mr. Maddon (violently if the mood strikes him) to switch up the line-up. Maybe when his guys make errors behind him, he’ll turn and scream “Aaaahh.” More likely he’ll hold it all in and take it out on the Gatorade cooler, but a girl can dream.
Baseball is a team sport. James is not feeling it. For the love of Pete fellas score some runs for him next time! Otherwise we might have to let him line y’all up and mow you down with a paint ball gun. I hear it’s good therapy.
Practice by scoring some runs for Kazmir tomorrow. Go Rays!
I feel so bad for Shields. He’s a 1 man team the day he pitches. NO ONE shows up to the game when he’s on the mound. It’s F’ed up!
Wonder what he did to piss off everyone else on the team….
Angus – I know, I felt like taking him cupcakes today. Then they score ten runs for Kazmir. Poor James.