There's gotta be a record of you some place
You've gotta be on somebody's books
The low-down, the picture of your face
Your injured looks
-Dire Straits "On Every Street."
We were promised that Huston Street would finally return from his "minor" pectoral injury yesterday. And all throughout yesterday's game, I was stoked that we would have that guy available to protect a 1 run 9th inning lead. However, when the game returned from commercial break, I saw a silhouette that resembled Justin Duchscherer standing on the mound. "Where's Huston?" I said to myself. "Fucking goddamnit. He's still injured. The A's have been lying to us all along."
I don't know if this injury had anything to do with Macha's kickass usage of the guy early in the season, but here's what we do know: It has now been 15 days since Street suffered his injury, which means if the A's weren't so intent on lying to us all the damn time, they could have brought up another arm from Sacramento if they would have just placed Admiral Aw-Shucks on the disabled list. That extra arm might have been useful for the all the games when the starter managed to go about 3 innings before crapping out. Or, in other words, that might have been useful for all the games.
Anyway, we'll just assume that Street has some terminal chest muscle injury, and schedule his funeral for the next off day. Because clearly, he's never coming back. Ever.
And this might be Macha's fault. And if it is, Macha deserves the death penalty. By my count, this makes approximately 316 death penalties that Macha has earned in his tenure as manager.
So, thanks Macha.