Another dastardly day of NL baseball should pretty much seal my fate in yet another disgusting season. In early July, I was in first place with a monumental point total. As of this writing, I am more or less in a five-way tie for second place, where three of the five teams will finish in the money. The team I was battling with for first a month-and-a-half ago can’t even see me in his rear view mirror.

The way the season has been going, I have absolutely no hope of finishing in the cash. The last two nights have been offensive monsters in the NL and I’ve hit well below .200 each night without a homer. No one is less surprised than me since I think I’ve hit about two homers over the past three weeks. No joke.

Everyone is putrid. My offense is beyond offensive. The combination of Kosuke Fukudome and Jeff Keppinger has been the most dreadful thing I’ve ever seen. They’re probably both hitting in the neighborhood of .140 over a period of two months.

Today, I had the option of recalling Aaron Harang who had missed the last month with a forearm strain (the injury occurred upon his first appearance on my team). In his first start for me, he allowed six runs on 12 hits and walks over 4.1 innings, the seven walks easily being the highest free-pass total of his career. I would have gladly taken that outing today as he was shellacked for eight runs in 4.1. Normally I don’t bring back pitchers in their first start off the DL, but when I did that with Hiroki Kuroda last month (against the same Astros no less) he wielded a shutout.

Oh, and Juan Pierre, who I was terrified about going into this year and somehow became my best player, is now a backup. The Dodgers traded for Manny Ramirez and inexplicably Andre Ethier is now playing over Pierre.

I want to scream bloody murder and curse up a storm right now, but this time I think my wife will have me committed. I do look good in white.