Be it ever so Huizenga...

Ah, home sweet home. Back to the comfort of the familiar. Back to sparsely-filled seats. Back to dance squads of clinically obese men ever-so-slightly short on self-respect. Back to torrential downpours that delay the start of our ballgames. Back to good ol' Dolphin Stadium. Surely now that we are home we can put this ghastly (3-7) road trip behind us, and return to the winning ways of April and May...

OR we can trot out a starter who can only get 3 1/3 innings into the game. Then yank him for a relief pitcher who has tossed more innings this season than the average team's starting rotation combined. Then get blown out again, 11-3. Good plan. That's the strategy I would have gone with as well.

So far (and yes, I realize we've only been back one day), being home has done little to right the ship for the Fish. I'm sure last night was a fluke, though. I am sure the root of all that ails us is not the bad starting pitching, bad defense, and overworked bullpen, but rather the geographic location in which we play ballgames. Yes, that must be it.

Tonight our own version of an ace--Scott Olsen--will take the mound in hopes of setting the tone for the rest of this homestand. Uh, preferably a slightly better tone than the one Andrew Miller left ringing in our ears last night.

Game Notes 6/7:

1) Hopefully a clubhouse attendant has been slipped enough cash to make it worth his while to stuff Jay Bruce into a broom closet until the post-game show.

2) Hopefully Alfredo Amezaga can talk Bronson Arroyo into cornrows.

3) Hopefully the inventor of the cowbell will be punched in the face, repeatedly (if that dude is dead, I'll settle for whoever decided it would be a good idea to give them away at the game tonight).