Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Joba is the M. Night Shyamalan of pitchers. A very fat M. Night Shyamalan. Like M. Night Shyamalan crossed with Orson Welles.

Joba just isn't that good anymore, but you think he's good because you're remembering how much you liked "The Sixth Sense":

"Remember when Joba Chamberlain was the darling of Yankee Stadium? When every move by the burly right-hander turned into an event marked by celebration from all parts of the House That Ruth Built?

That was three years ago when Chamberlain could do nothing wrong coming out of the bullpen with his high-octane fastball, filthy slider and the exuberance of a naive youngster."

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