Hey, Nate. It's been a while.
I've given the inspiration behind this little blog some time off lately. Some time off for me to rattle on about other things. Some time off for him to figure out how to pitch again. And time for Nate to grow five more stupid facial hair designs. But, alas, we're back again. It's just time to designate Nate Robertson for assignment.
Nate has become the human white flag. He rarely pitches unless the game is already over. In his last nine appearances, the Tigers have lost every game. He personally hasn't lost them, but he hasn't done a whole lot to help. For the year, he's pitched 20.1 innings. His ERA's at 6.20 and his WHIP is 1.57. Balls have left the yard in two of the last three appearances of his, including the grand slam the other day. And Jim Leyland has lost all confidence in Robertson, if he had any at all in him to begin with.
Together, Justin Verlander, Edwin Jackson, and Rick Porcello will make $7,970,000 this season. Nate will make $7,000,000 by himself and another $10,000,000 next year. But he's costing the team more than money by taking up a roster spot and pitching like he belongs in AA ball. Cut the cord, Double D. The man is done.
Thanks for playing, Nate. Take Dontrelle with out on the way out.
UPDATE: Today against St. Louis, Nate never recorded an out, allowing 4 earned runs. I rest my case.