Manny, oh, Manny!
I thought I loved you.
I thought after the first half of last year you could be something special: a superb left-handed pitcher.
Your arm got tired last year. I get that.
What I don't get is this year—the struggles, the control issues.
You can look like a solid No. 2 in the rotation for two starts. Then, the next three you tank.
So, what's up, Manny?
After last night's horrible outing, you have a 3-7 record, and a ballooning ERA of 6.75. You cannot continue this.
You were not supposed to be the weak link in the pitching rotation—maybe Suppan, possibly Bush, but not you, Manny.
Manny, I don't want to give up on you.
Another start or two is all the Brewers can afford to give you. Make it count. Show them how good you can be, not how pathetic you have been.
Who is there to replace you? Do they throw McClung back in as a starter? Do they give up some more talent for another trade? We can speculate all we want. But, in the end, it is the Brewers' decision.
If it were up to me, I would keep McClung in the bullpen, throw Manny in the Minors, and trade more talent—maybe Peavy, maybe Cliff Lee, maybe a dark-horse trade.
Things cannot continue this way.
I thought I loved you, Manny. You broke my heart.