Imagine my surprise when I looked at the newspaper this morning and read the following gem in the U-T:
"As the Padres feared, shortstop Khalil Greene fractured his left hand on Wednesday night when he slammed a storage chest at Petco Park in frustration over his season-long slump."
You have got to be kidding me. As if we weren't doing bad enough. Now we lost any semblance of defense we once had up the middle because Khalil Greene -- of all people -- decided to show some emotion and frustration and let loose for a second.
This is a team that routinely grounds in to double plays to end the game and doesn't seem to give two shits. The last position player with any emotion was forcibly thrown down by our fearless leader and strangled with his own ACL (see: Bradley, Milton).
I hate my life. Go Padres.
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