by god, this must be it. my sides hurt from laughing for having watched klownie's leadoff trainwreck. if this isn't rock bottom, having come on the heels of this abomination unto the earth, i have no more context for imagining what rock bottom might look like than i do heaven or hell.
despite having to get to the third strike four times today, k-pat only managed to see 19 pitches -- and not to swing at only six. yesterday, he saw only 16 in five, managing to just watch only five.
this is the definition of sublimity. the klown has transcended the material plane and reached ethereal, metaphysical, eternal awfulness. i, as a trapped mortal, am in awe. it takes a mad genius to be this perfectly bad.