
Now onto Mr. Daggum Ross. The author will admit that recently he had been thinking that maybe, Daggum wasn't the answer behind the plate. Sure he throws out some runners and the staff seems to like him, but he's had like 10 hits all season. These thoughts were centralized to the second inning when he failed to get Hambone in from third with no outs and the pitcher on deck. But then he made me look like a fool, an April fool if you will. Two bombs, a single, and four driven in is simply outstanding. I see that average is back up a very respectible .196. That's better than most of the pitchers and Frank Catalanotto. And everyone knows what a big night by Daggum Ross equates to, good ol' fashion barbeque in the clubhouse. Whoo'ee. Good thing he keeps his smoker in his locker just in case. So, if he's not as sharp today, give him a break. If you're going to smoke ribs right, you've got to put in the time. And of course during that time, you drink about 40 Budweisers, so take it easy on him. Yesterday was an entire week's worth of production. Daggum. Reds! Reds! Reds!

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