Sick of it. Just sick of it. So, in Burnett, we sign another over-30 guy who's been dumped by a couple of teams, but who maybe, just maybe will be able to help out. That's what you do when you need an extra arm to get you through the dog days of a pennant-race grind. That's not what you do when your season is already lost, and you've got a bunch of hot young arms to audition. Give 'em a taste, see what you've got, give the fans a glimpse of something to maybe hope for. If we're going to go out and get our brains beat in every damn day, how about we do it with players who may well be around in a year or two, not guys we're going to cut by August. I've suffered through a hell of a lot of lean years, for those few productive ones. '65, I was 5 years old, and that was my baseball intro. Late 60's-- awesome. 70s- mid80s-- one long suck-fest, especially 82, but hey, you could see good things coming. 87, 91, great, then the wilderness again. Then the Gardy years of one-round-of-playoffs, and bending over for the Yankees. Pfft. And now, this. Mr. Pohlad, and the rest of you--- you owe it to us long-suffering fans, to not be b-slapped like this again. If we're going to suck beyond belief, let's suck beyond belief with the future in the major league dugout.