A few quick points of order, as tonight's banging of the gong has pulled me from the doldrums of self-imposed exile (is anyone reading this, anyway?)...
1. You can't defend the helmet-toss, you just can't. Those were some egregiously bad strike calls, reeking of horse-shittery and show-uppery of the first degree by venerable old Billy Miller, but you can't bounce the lid off his leg. That's instant suspension zone, and I'd be surprised if it was less than 5 games (equally surprised if it exceeds 10).
Truth is I know nothing of the ump, but now I've got him squarely in the Bob Davidson category of umpiring. Way to steal the show, boss. I know that I dedicate countless hours of my life just waiting for the boys in blue to make highlight of the night.
2. ... and yet - are you surprised? I might be inclined to say I'm surprised it's taken this long for Brett Lawrie to explode/implode, given the way he plays the game and lives life in general (my assumption only).
3. As bad as it was - and you can't explain away the optics of it all, because they are terrible - I ain't mad at ya, Brett. To each his own when it comes to perspective, but Brett Lawrie is a fun guy to watch play the game, and you have to take the good with the bad when it comes to an
4. I think my next post might be on the Jays' collective swag... where has it gone, will it come back (maybe this is the spark?), and do we want it to come back? But I could be talked out of it. Let me know, friends.