Yes, I'm still hot and bothered and just plain PO'd by yesterday's loss, quite possibly the most stinging of the season. And so preventable. Jason Johnson was marvelous. But what was that smell? A faint first whiff was detected by my oh so sensitive nose as Manny Delcarmen began his warmups for the 7th inning. It grew more noticable as Timlin, ageless no more, began to throw in the 8th. And it kept getting worse. So, like the team, especially the porous 'pen, I too need a day off. See you here tomorrow, in Kansas City, where anything less than a sweep will not be good enough. These really are the dog days. And I want no part of 'em!