Sitting in the dangerously wet and windy confines of the centerfield Baseball Tonight perch for three hours, only to walk away empty handed with a six-inning tie, will sour anyone's night. So when a horrible ex-GM decides to run way out to left field for an ill-timed, poorly executed, and borderline nonsensical John Kruk zinger ... well, they're not laughing with you, Steve Phillips. Seriously, we're not laughing at that, so let's move on. P.S. This is one of those early morning posts you've heard so much about , so now is the point in the program where you chime in with breakfast orders, instant dream analysis or a friendly game of "What did I put in my body last night to make me cough up that ?" Pencils ready ... begin!