Luke Scott needs to get a hit.
That's pretty much the conclusion anyone would come to after reading the sorriest tale in all of sports right now.
Seriously, you might just shed a tear—but just one because this thing isn't all that sad. I mean, he is still a Major League Baseball player living the dream for crying out loud.
It's there that we found out the hard truths about sucking over a long period of time. Apparently, it can weigh on the mind and emotions to Chris Bosh levels of emo.
For those uninitiated, Scott is currently mired in an 0-for-39 slump, which is pretty much like you going to work every morning and failing to work the office door properly, ending your day before it begins.
The Rays take on the Indians Friday night, and I hope there is, at the very least, a duck fart or sacrifice fly in the future for Mr. Scott because it sounds like he needs it, via the Tampa Bay Times:
I have sleepless nights, lots of sleepless nights. It's brought me to tears, it really has. It's something that really weighs heavily on my heart every single day. Every single day I wake up, I have this burden on my heart and I have this heaviness. I get on my knees every single day and I pray, I ask the good Lord to help me, to help me come through this. That's where my trust is. I have peace knowing I've done everything I can humanly possibly do to be in a position to be successful. There's no doubt about that, I've done everything and I'll continue to do that. That's the only thing I can do. Does it weigh heavy on my heart? Oh my gosh. I'd say if I wasn't a Christian man, I'd be an alcoholic or something - this is something that would have driven me to drink.
Okay, someone needs to save the drama for Wilmer Valderrama and bring the emotions down just a tad bit.
Perhaps, if he weren't moping around all the time, he would actually hit the ball.
I also love the little tidbit he offered about being driven to drink but being saved by his Christianity. Not to start a holy war here, but just about any person—no matter their religion—can be driven to the bottle.
It's called stress, people. So don't bring God into it.
As for Scott, the man is down on his luck, only needing one lucky hit to really get the ball rolling. I hope he gets it because he is pretty much ruining the fun of this game for the rest of us.
He could always consider the easy slump-busting tactics of Mark Grace, but somehow I don't think we will be seeing this from the likes of Luke Scott.
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