Well, off go anothah set of angel wings.
Somebody needs to go Mr. Pottah on Bailey's ass.
"What are you but a warped, frustrated young man? A miserable little excuse for a closah crawling off the mound on your hands and knees and begging for help. No saves, no ERA, no wins, nothin' but a miserable BLSV and giving up a homah in 3 straight appearances."
Yeah, and send the evil version of Nick from Martini's out for a mound visit.
"Hey look, mister. We want relief pitches in here for men who want to finish the 9th fast, and we don't need any characters around to give the joint "atmosphere". Is that clear, or do I have to slip you my left for a convincah?"
One way or anothah, moves are coming.
They have to.