oops...stepped in poo poo.
As a life long Dodger fan, and the recent recipient of an Indian's castoff by the name of Grady Little, I can only say that Eric Wedge nicely fits the mold of the Hargrove/Manuel/Little/Wedge quartet of managerial blunder pusses. He was completely exposed during this ménage a trios of games that solidified the Tribes place in epic loser lore.
The horror for any team that has the epigram "fear" as its mascot and leader. Looking into that dugout the last three games and watching Wedge disintegrate, I was reminded of what I have had to watch day after day from Little and his co-horts in LA. Particularly Rich "Skinner" Donnelly, who would either send player after player to his untimely demise, or freeze like a deer in the headlights, shooting up his paws to stop the terrible possibility of being wrong. Fear is indeed the enemy, and it is us.
I have great sympathy for the mistake by the lake. At least you were there, the candle clearly in your grasp. We in Little land had to endure the nightmarish ness of a season of this blue-print, obviously straight outta' Cleveland.
Recipe for disaster: Add Lofton and shake well. Five times now a game seven bad luck charm after leading 3 games to never.
And my dear friend Evan has still not recovered from Edgar Renteria. Someone help him, please!!!!!