REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN...
...THE SAME THING HAPPENED LAST YEAR?
I mean... you have got to be joking, right?
All over Wisconsin last night... half drunk, out of shape, non-athletic average joes played through some degree of pain to participate in their weekly beer-league softball games. I know... if I didn't have 3 kids, I'd still be out there with them. My idiot brother played a whole season with a separated shoulder... choosing to side-arm the ball in from the outfield... because he didn't want to sit out.
So again... in the midst of a playoff hunt... the Brewers turn to their 11 million dollar man Ben Sheets... and he gives them 2 innings of work and a grimace.
It will be called an elbow injury. I don't know if it is or it isn't. An Associated Press piece today listed Sheets' ailments in the past two years: groin problem, torn finger tendon, shoulder tendinitis, tight triceps, and a sore chest muscle.
All of those things may be true, but they're not necessarily the reason our guy can't go out and throw through some pain when the hopes of the organization and its fans are riding on it. This isn't about an elbow, or a groin, or a shoulder. It's not about tightness, or discomfort, or tendons torn or strained.
This is a cardiac issue... a matter of the heart, and it appears Ben Sheets is hell bent on proving he doesn't have much.
If I'm Dale Sveum, what have I got to lose? Here's my conversation with Ben.
DALE: What's your problem?
BEN: My arm is tight... I think I've got to come out.
DALE: You're throwing fine... we need you.
BEN: I can't locate like I want, and it hurts.
DALE: Don't care.
BEN: Well... I'm saying I can't throw.
DALE: You throw now, or you don't throw ever again for this team. I'm not going to have a guy who can't rally pollute my club house. Your call, All-Star. You man up and pitch... or you get your stuff and I'll call you a cab. We'll clean out your locker and send the rest down to you... after the playoffs.