Moron. You absolute moron.

If this were a game of backgammon, you would have just swallowed the dice. If this were a game of Battleship, you would have just tried to have sex with your destroyer on top of the table. If you aren’t going to think more than two moves ahead, why bother thinking at all?

Go away.

Jackass.

Seriously. This is the worst tactical decision I’ve ever seen from a manager, and I lived through over ten years of Dusty Baker and Felipe Alou.

Moron.

The End...unless Lincecum is injured, at which point we go into a murderous correlation-equals-causation riot.