Worse than tubgirl?

Yesterday's win was quite satisfying and I'm not one to pee pee on the parade, but interim manager Jerry Manual seems intent on proving himself more worthless than the departed Willie Randolph with every game.

After pulling Santana after 8 innings with Wagner out of commission to disastrous results Tuesday, Manual saw his team enter the bottom of the 8th innings with a less than comfortable 3 run lead. While Wagner announced that he would be ready to go for the game, it was clearly in everyone's best interest to score some insurance runs so that Wagner would be able to rest his sore shoulder. So how nice of the first two batters, David Wright and Carlos Delgado, to reach base without recording an out.

The run expectancy for have a man on 1st and 2nd with no outs is approximately 1.5 runs. Sweet. So how does Jerry take advantage of these odds? By shitting all over himself, that's how.

First, Carlos Beltran, the best fucking hitter on the team, lays down a sacrifice bunt to move Wright and Delgado to 2nd and 3rd. This would be smart with a shitty hitter up, but not smart with best hitter up. And guess what, the run and/or win expectancy doesn't budge. It's a complete wash. What a fucking waste.

Now Marlon Anderson, who sucks a fat one, is up. So Jerry pinch hits for him. Good move right? Nope, Jerry, in his infinite wisdom, calls upon 3rd string catcher Robinson Cancel to bat. Robinson Cancel somehow, almost inconceivably, sucks an even fatter one than Marlon Anderson. What the fuck is the point of keeping 3 catchers on the roster if in pinch hit situations you bring in the shittiest of the three? That's fucking retarded.

And surprise surprise, Cancel grounds out to the Rollins and no runs score.

Now we're stuck with Damian Easely to drive in the runs with 2 outs. Nothing against Easely, he is a serviceable back up, and it's not his fault he has been forced into the starting lineup more often than not, but Easely also sucks it the fat one.

Easely promptly grounds out to end the inning.

Good job Jerry fucking Manual. A text book example of HOW TO KILL A RALLY.

Overall, not quite as bad as tubgirl, but still pretty fucking awful.

Oh by the way, here are my last two Flushing University posts. This one is just whole bunch of bullshit and this one is about shitty music. ENJOY OR DIE!