O Captain, my Captain?

Hello, 2008.
I got this e-mail from Josh just now:

Any of you sports fans planning to mention mclaren’s profanity-filled rant yesterday?

No.

McLaren ranting about how bad the team is and how he hates losing is like a guy throwing a tantrum because his ‘84 Chevy Nova won’t start.

Let’s be honest here: This team is bad, built of over-the-hill hitters who either lack power or patience and incredibly mediocre pitching. McLaren deserves his share of blame (since he can’t manage his bullpen effectively), but this team wasn’t going to win unless everything clicked. And so far, save Beltre and Ichiro and Felix, nothing has gone right.

So, when McLaren launches into his salty harangue of everyone from the players to the press, is it really worth it to highlight it? I don’t think so. That would mean it’s news, like something we should be talking about. But it’s not news. It’s just a pitiful, depressive story that needs an end, and soon.

My grandfather used to say in times like this, “Son, cut your losses.” You only wish the Mariners ownership would be as smart as my grandfather. Apparently, though, they’re too busy making a profit off the taxpayers than they are in fielding a winning team.

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