For those of you dear readers just waiting (salivating in anticipation perhaps?) for me to go into a lengthy I-told-ya-so-hallelujah-victory diatribe complete with keg stands, half-naked women and lots of bad decisions over the Cardinals recent release of bullpen cancer Ryan Franklin, well, I hate to disappoint, but I ain’t gonna go there.  I’m a human being first, Cardinals diehard second (albeit a very, very close second).  For me to celebrate the absolute demise of a fellow human just wouldn’t be right.  That’s only acceptable behavior when the human in question is an ex-Alaskan governor with scat for brains, traipsing around the country in a megabus flubbing the most basic facts of our country’s history.

No.  I can’t go there.

Am I glad Ryan Franklin will no longer be allowed to yack up ballgames for my team when it counts the most?  Absolutely.  Am I smiling because a real fireballer has taken over the closer’s role in the ‘Lou?  You betchya!  Am I gonna point fingers and laugh and take pleasure in knowing Franklin doesn’t have a job?

No.

I feel for the guy.  I really do.  But at the same time, baseball is a business and he was a faulty cog in the wheel of success.  If I were to screw up my job as much as he did, I’d be in the unemployment line too.  Luckily for Franklin, he ain’t hurtin’ for money.  In fact, he could probably use the time off to clear his head, to think of other things besides baseball.  I wouldn’t be surprised if we see him back in the Big Leagues in the near future.

In the meantime, the Cardinals are in the midst of a 4 game winning streak, so let’s focus on that.  If we can double that to eight in a row, maybe I’ll bust out some of the busties y’all been waitin’ for.

Hate me all you want, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff