Under performers and underwhelming performances that are too bleak to see much light at the end of the tunnel is what we’ve been handed.
The lights have been Julio, Ty and Logan; a little bit of Raleigh and Ray and Crawford.
Servais shook his tumbler and today's line-up experiment is once again his mad scientist mixture of wtf. I don't know if his 1-2-3 batters all being righthanded is a
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May wtf rule the day.
~ ~ "There's a spectre at the feast
Feeding on my soul and drinking my hopes away
There's a wind from the east
My heart grows cold, my rainbows turn to grey
There's a spectre at the feast
Tearing me up and tossing my bones to the wolves
On the brink of defeat
We're moving the goals and changing the rules
There's a spectre at the feast
Panic has a face; it's looking at me right now
There's the shadow of defeat
Got to rise and bring those demons down"
The Angels are Demons. Got to Rise Up and Bring Those Demons Down.