Yet again, a pandering minor league team has given a thoroughly unqualified little guy a chance to play.  The difference is, for once, Joe McEwing had nothing to do with it.

If nothing else, I hope this is finally the end of Vince Russo’s scriptwriting. On the other hand, what it would’ve sounded like tonight in Houston, had Billy Wagner and Ramon Castro been wearing Wendy’s Drive-Thru window headset microphones?