His heart beat strong, but his batsmen whiffed badly. After five losing seasons, the Pittsburgh Pirates fired manager Lloyd McClendon.
Parting is such sweet sorrow for this beleaguered Bucco loyalist. Lloyd's passion was palatable, his anger inspiring. He fought valiantly, but alas his players were a catchpenny crew of ham-and-eggers and no-talent greenhorns.
I curse the disreputable Kevin McClatchy and his frugality. Our tater-smashing third baseman and quality hurlers left this sinking ship and received a princely paycheck, written by the big market empires. And it all occurred with tacit endorsement of "Bud" Selig and his lapdog Kevin.
As Shakespeare wrote, "A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more."