I hate day games. Have I told you that before? I think I probably have. They always fall on Wednesdays, too, just adding to my misery.
Then again, it's tough to feel too very badly about El Birdos at the moment, considering what Michael Wacha did last night, and where the Cards sit as we round into the last few games of the season. One out. One goddamned out was all he needed. Oh, well.
Since we don't have much time before today's tilt, I'm not going to try and come up with a big, meaningful post. Instead, I would like to present you with a hypothetical choice to consider. We've talked about trade scenarios before; rosterbation is always a pleasurable endeavour, and one I can rarely forego engaging in. I laid out my own personal plan for the future of the team a while back, concluding the Cards could -- and probably should -- deal at least one of their cadre of elite young pitchers in order to try and upgrade the team at a position of need. In light of Pac-Man's near-no-no of last night, I would like to briefly think on a scenario.
I say to you, "Random VEB poster, this offseason, it will fall upon you to trade a pitcher. Not just any pitcher, mind you, but one of two very specific pitchers. See, there is an ancient prophecy, steeped in doom, which foretells the end of the world if Shelby Miller and Michael Wacha are allowed to remain on the same roster as the 2014 season begins. What? I don't know why, it just says so, okay? Some sort of...evil, um, thing. Like a magnet thing. But with pitchers and the apocalypse. Just go with it. So you, trusted website commentor, must make the decision. Which one stays, and which one goes?"
Also, I should point out I'm wearing robes and a pointy hat when I say this, so I cut a rather striking figure, and you feel you should probably play along in case I have a knife or something.
So what's it going to be, eh? If you had to move one of either Shelby Miller or Michael Wacha right now, this morning, which one would it be? Which one-hit wonder do you want?