I’m not sure what is harder, wiping five games worth of infield grime off of my face or washing the bad taste of a 1-4 start to the season out of my mouth?

To make matters worse, callers to local sports talk radio are calling for the manager’s head.  To make matters worser, that manager happens to be me.  But what makes matters worserest is that they have nicknamed my beloved Athletics baseball team, the Pathletics.  Ouch.

Oh well really, what did you expect from Little League?