Trying to limp into contention with 19% of our Major League roster currently injured!?!

This team is the reason mercy rules exist!!

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting— “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

We Hear it all. We win anyway!