Last night I watched the Milwaukee Bucks come back from a double digit deficit in the fourth quarter to steal game 5 in Atlanta, breaking a 14 game home winning streak for the Hawks and setting the Bucks up to close the series out Friday in Milwaukee. Despite them being down I never stopped believing that they could win and they proved me right.
Yesterday during the day I had the same feeling except it was the exact opposite. Sitting in my seat at Miller Park with the Brewers leading our hated rival Pirates 4-3 in the bottom of the eighth I prayed for runs. I'm not a religious man, I once told someone that I was sick of Jesus c-blocking me all the time, but I still got down on my knees and prayed for a four run lead. Why? I didn't want to hear Hell's Bells. I didn't want Trevor Hoffman to come in for the save. I wanted Suppan or Vargas, anyone but Trevor.
In 2009 "Hell's Bells" was the best time you could have at a Brewers game. In 2010 it sends people heading for the exits with their heads down. It makes an optimistic fan like myself break a cheese fries helmet and try to slit his wrist. Except it's not really fear. I wasn't afraid that Trevor Hoffman would blow the save, I knew Trevor Hoffman would blow the save. Not only did I know that he would blow the save I knew how he would do it too, I knew he'd give up a homerun. Probably to the first batter of the inning. What happened? Well, he gave up a homerun to the first batter and blew the save. Of course he did and it was at that moment that I realized I never want to hear "Hell's Bells" again in my life and that I think I hate Trevor Hoffman.
In the middle of the ninth I asked my friends if he even deserved the music in the first place. Shouldn't you have to lock down a couple saves before we make a big deal about you coming in for a save? And after a few blown saves shouldn't we just take the music away? I mean, in the state of Wisconsin if you get a DUI they take your license away and you can't get it back for awhile. Losing a baseball game is much more serious than drinking and driving and should have similar consequences, right? And at one point does AC/DC intervene? I think I'm getting to the point where I don't even want to hear "Thunderstruck" or "Shook Me All Night Long" ever again either. Anything associated with Trevor Time is disgusting to me and I don't want it in my life anymore. You hear me AC/DC? You hear me numbers 5 and 1? You hear me goatees? You're all dead to me. I want Trevor Hoffman to take his crap and get the hell out of here and never come back.
I guess the question is, is there anything we can do? What can we do to fix this? How can he make this right? Honestly, much like my ex-girlfriend would tell me there is no going back and there is no fixing this, this is broken and it will never be like it was and by the way I'm seeing someone else. It's over. I am past the point of ever trusting Trevor Hoffman again. He's burned me too many times to make this right. I just don't care anymore and I don't need the excuses. Maybe he needed more spring training? Maybe that sign in left field is distracting him? (This is the stupidest argument I've ever heard, by the way.) Maybe he's injured? Maybe he's 42 years old and it's the end of the line? I don't care.
The problem is that Trevor Hoffman throws 86 MPH fastballs. If he's "off", he sucks and people hit the ball a long way. He needs to be "on" all the time otherwise the Brewers lose. The dark cloud of him starting to be "off" has been hanging over us ever since he signed and now it's starting to rain, pouring homeruns all over us. Some could probably say "I told you so", but that doesn't change the fact that as of right now Trevor has thrown 8 innings, given up 12 runs and allowed 5 homeruns. He sucks. Oh yeah, and we're paying him eight million. Good times.
People have been complaining about the Brewers start and I keep saying that they are only a couple of games under .50o and it's too early to worry and bla bla bla, but just remember that if Trevor Hoffman does his job the team's record is 12-9 and nobody is complaining. Things could look a hell of a lot better than they do right now if we didn't have to worry about Trevor Hoffman. Enough is enough.
Turn that music off, I don't want to hear it anymore.