I know the Padres aren't the perfect team. Management has made mistakes (and still making them. cough... Savior... cough). The team has fouled up on it's own (cough.. Trevor... cough). But some of the stuff that keeps happening this season is just crazy.
I was just cruising through the Worldwide Leader's website and I'm reading about Pedro Martinez coming back tomorrow and how excited he is, blah, blah, blah. And then I realize, if he comes back tomorrow, then that means his next turn in the rotation is Sunday. THE PADRES PLAY THE METS ON SUNDAY. This seems familiar, oh yeah. Another former Cy Young award winner came off the DL to make his second start against the Padres. The Big Unit. Fine. Fine. But you combine this with weird rotation changes, like when we went to Chicago, and the Cubs get a rain delay that pushes Zambrano back a day to start against us. Or the fact that EVERY TIME we play the Giants we get Lincecum and Cain. I mean, Jesus Lopez, we played them in a two game series and still had to face the two of them. How nuts is that? I even remember reading that through the first few weeks of the season the Padres had faced the most difficult starting pitching matchups (base off of 2007 numbers) of any team in the majors. And I haven't even mentioned the freak accidents that are happening to our pitching staff. Or the crazy travel schedule that sends us around the country with no off days, but schedules one for us in the middle of a home stand... on Memorial Day ("Take that Padres revenue stream" says Major League Baseball)... and then does it again two weeks later. Or how about Fox dropping the Padres from their broadcast, and our diamond-in-the-rough scrappy pitcher who throws knucklers goes for a complete game? I swear, if I thought hard enough I could come up with a lot more. This season is ridiculous and it comes right after one with manager's blowing out their player's knees and 163 games. I'm just waiting for us to draft a guy who decides he's going to give up on baseball so he can raise chickens in Alaska or something.
This just ain't right. This is not how baseball's supposed to be. But, hey, I guess it keeps you on your toes.