It looks like folks (here, here, and here, for starters) are ready to dump my favorite whipping-boy, Jason Isringhausen, after last night's follies.
The thing is, I was there. It was a sweet, fun game. It was a hoot to think that our Boys wearing Birds were still firing away; still pluggin' and chuggin' without Albert's stick. There was showing of many of the role players (Molina, Taguchi, etc) stepping up to fill in the voids left by the injured of the platoon.
Then, Izzy shows up. Oh well. Grrrr....
Later.