To the Wolves

 

 

 (The scent of a wounded Bob McCrory lingers in the wilderness air)

I cut myself off earlier in my post about Bob McCrory getting thrown to the wolves last night. Its one of those situations that are sink or swim. Looking back at it, it was like the first time I drove. I was 14, nearing 15…the magic age for the beginner permit, Me and my Dad were heading home from somewhere and we were close to home. He pulled over and got out of the car. “You drive the rest of the way.” Naturallly, I was terrified. Nervously, I clutched the steering wheel of that old Ponatic until that wheel bled. It was a slow backroad with little traffic, especially in the evening. With one foot on the gas and the other hovering over the brake, looming there ready to bring the car to a complete halt at any sign of a squirrel. Of course, it was either wreck the car or make it home. I made it home and now I consider myself one of the Carolina’s better drivers.

That’s the best scenario that I could think of personally. But I get what Trembley did. It was one of those things where you trot a kid out there and want him to be aces in a clutch situation. Then after the inning you can slap him on the back in the dugout and everyone’s happy. Trembley’s pines about how the kid has guts. Then McCrory becomes a nice story for a couple days.  That’s not what happened. Then it happened again the next.

We’re rebuilding and part of the rebuilding process is seeing who’s going to be part of the future of the team. With that in mind, it makes sense. I hate seeing a winnable game sacraficed. But if that’s the logic as opposed to ‘Throw him out there and stoke his ego’ stuff. I saw a Western once, I think it was ‘Hondo’ with John Wayne. He’s your typical 60’s movie cowboy. Roaming nomadically, saving towns, being a role model to fatherless sons, restoring people’s faith that good people are still around…the whole deal. There’s the scene where he’s teaching the widow’s son a life lesson. The boy can’t swim and John Wayne was going to teach him. He throws him into a pond and says “Sink or swim, kid!” Not the best instruction, but it ended working and the kid swam like a fish. That’s what I felt happened, expect Bob McCrory sunk like a rock.

Teenage driving lessons, John Wayne movies, and Orioles bullpen, I guess that covers everything.

Oh hey, Lance Cormier got called up in the spot of Randor Bierd. He had a rotten spring, now in Norfolk he’s got a shiny 0.96 ERA with 12 K’s in 9 innings. Why not.