We're sure that five years of covering John Gibbons' goofy lineup machinations would grind away at the most pleasant and patient beat writers. Still, it's fun to see the evolution of Jeff Blair as he turns into the grumpiest of grumpy old men.
Blair's putative liveblogging of today's non-game versus the Yankees was pretty much just a series of pleas to the weather gods for rain so that he could get the hell out of there. Oh, and wishing for lightning to cause physical harm to the Yankees' pitchers, which we can understand.
We were going to get all sore about it, what with him at the ballpark and us stuck at the office, until it struck us that Blair was stuck at the office, begging to get out. So, you know, we feel his pain.
We're rooting for Blair to continue to devolve into something resembling a cantankerous old uncle. We half expect that at some point this season, we'll hear him yelling at the players from the press box to "get the hell off my lawn!"