Look, we never said we were fantasy baseball experts - or dorks, don't you dare call us dorks! - but we like to think we typically field a decent team. Last year, we finished fifth in our league. The year before that we'd rather not discuss. We're currently in second, but not looking up at the butt munch in first by much. But year in and year out, the one constant about our team is the "ace that never truly is," Ben Sheets. The barrel-stomached Brewer is what the Sports Guy likes to refer to as a "tantalyzer". Sheets has remarkable stuff, you just never know if he's going to bring it with him to the mound. It's not his fault, of course. He's suffered from a myriad of injuries in seasons past. So far we've seen bulging discs in his back in 2003, inner-ear infections that threw off his balance in 2005, shoulder tendonitis that robbed him of his control last year, and a mild groin strain earlier this season that, thankfully, only resulted in a condensed start. He's no Jr. Griffey, mind you, but his body gets around to falling apart a decent amount.
Then, last night, just when it looked like the Sheets of old was beginning to emerge (he was pitching into the seventh with five K's, after striking out eight in his last start), he started...sucking his finger. Fuck. Now that burly bastard has a blister on his pitching hand and we all know how quickly those can heal. The tantalyzer, at it again.
Once again, finger points Beckett out [Baltimore Sun]
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