JUST IN- Scut scoots away. And we get… um… somebody?
So. Um. Just in. We’re. Um. Scut-less. We better get a great pitcher. A GREAT one. We traded with… let’s see… the Rockies. So a great pitcher would be… Oh. Right.
Update- hearing it’s Clayton Mortensen. Clay Mortensen. Okayyyyy.
Let’s meet you, courtesy of Wikipedia.
On the night of 2 October 2009, Mortensen was arrested on suspicion of drunken driving and spent the night in the Santa Clara County jail.
Um. Anyone else feel another beer and chicken joke coming?
Oh no. Don’t read this article on a Rockies loss in June. It sounds too dejavuzy. You will shudder and have Bard-bad-streak-flashbacks. Here’s an excerpt.
Clayton Mortensen, at this moment the saddest man in Colorado, was muttering to himself as he trudged to the Rockies’ dugout.
His shoulders sagged. His right arm was hanging low. He kept talking, with himself as the only audience, as he approached his teammates.