This year's Dodger Dog doesn't come on a bun. He wears number 25.
Allen E. Kahn
Playa del Rey
To quote John McEnroe, "You can not be serious!" Wednesday Andruw Jones said, "I've been getting some tough pitches to hit." Good observation. Balls that bounce in the opposite batter's box can be a little tricky.
It was reported that Andruw Jones left a game "with what Torre described as a stomach flu." Well, that's only fitting -- most Dodgers fans are sick to their stomachs every time Jones comes to bat.
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. This seems to describe the Dodgers' situation with Andruw Jones, which has reached the level of absurdity.
Don't worry about Jones, he is not a child, he is a man and will have his $18 million a year to keep him warm on the bench. All that is left is for Joe Torre to do what is right for the team and sit him now that Juan Pierre is back.
Remember how everyone freaked out when oil went to $120 a barrel? Then, after it reached $145, we all rejoiced when it dropped to $125? The same thing's going to happen when Andruw Jones' batting average reaches a paltry .200.
Which is the least likely to happen in your lifetime from this day forward?
1) We find the WMD.
2) Gas at 12 cents a gallon.
3) You win the Powerball.
4) Andruw Jones gets intentionally walked.
Note: Though the odds are astronomical for 1, 2 and 3, they actually could happen.
So Ned Colletti finally pulls the trigger and obtains Pablo Ozuna. I'm sure the other teams in the Western Division are shaking in their spikes. One of them may counter by obtaining F.P. Santangelo.