Sure, we scored some runs, but this game was decided in the second when Tim Stauffer, to put it mildly, sh_t the bed. I'm a Stauffer fan, and pointing out that he sh_t the bed sounds mean, but it's just like my kids. I'm also a fan of my kids and just like when they sh_t the bed, I can point out the potty with love while at the same time exercise my gag reflex and help get rid of the sh_t.
The dark days are upon us. The Padres need to salvage a win tomorow or else we'll have been swept by the Dodgers and the Diamondbacks in the same road trip, and then what? THEN what, I ask you? That's right. All hell will break the f_ck loose.
Let's all put our thinking caps on and figure out what we all can do to help the Padres in their darkest hour. They are walking on the sand, but there's still two sets of footprints. There needs to only be the one set of footprints, people. NOT TWO. Somebody needs to get that second set of footprints the hell off the sand.
Go Padres.