So...

What do you do when a team that has been struggling worse than you rolls into town, while your AL east rivals battle it out it a bloody duel of playoff importance? You lose, of course. You do it quietly, with only two solo homeruns in the 9th, which brought on the blasting of the Shea horn to awaken the crowd from the slumber they had been lulled into.

But the very next day, because this team is the biggest tease ever, went crazy with the bats to support their Ace and won it 8-3.

Just because Troy is gone for the season, it doesn't mean everyone isn't still worrying, considering and generally kvetching about the whole steroid thing. Now, CBC.ca is reporting that if he admits to using or even possesing the 'roids, he faces a 50 game suspension. Which is great, cause they should totally punish a team for something one of their players did years before he was a member of that team, regardless of whether said player is clean now. Like bitch, please. I think the league should clean up and really, any of these players who get caught now should be punished according to the drug policy and a general policy against stupidity. But retroactive punishment to doping that is no longer going on is crazy. It is the league's problem that they didn't catch Glaus or Ankiel or Jay Gibbons at the time.

All of this is really just a lovely book end to the whole BJ Ryan has such a sore back he needs Tommy John surgery story that started the season. Fuck us.

I watched a bit of Primetime Sports yesterday, where the roundtable, led by Bobcat, flipped out at the entire Jays organization for institutionalized mediocraty. JP has always had a used car salesmen vibe to him. His speech to the media after trading Hinske to the Sox because of it's cost-effectiveness was interesting. And the whole "it's not a lie because I know the truth" bit is a classic. Gibbons comes off as too much of a buddy. He seems like a genuine individual, wants everyone to play, but he only seems to get in his players' faces when his authority is questioned in public. Exhibit A: in this case, it was threat of a Gibby fist getting in Shea's face. Exhibit B: Eeyore's gem: "Fuck you, John" followed by the fracas in the clubhouse.

So, something is rotten in the state of Blue Jay. While on paper they should seem to be a shiny team, something is clearly not working. Stoeten, at Drunk Jays Fans, sobers up long enough to break down the whole Primetime thing quite nicely .

So comes the death rattle of the 2007 Jays.