RHP Proctor, as you might have heard, was traded today by the Yankees for Wilson Betemit, a capable 3B who isn't going to live up to his potential. Then again, neither did Scott "Gasoline" Proctor. I gave him his nickname when he was an even more mediocre reliever then he was presently, which made him an incapable fireman. Thus, putting him into the game in, say, the 7th inning, with the bases loaded and two outs, was akin to this exchange:
FIREMAN
Chief, there's a four-alarmer! We need to put it out!
CHIEF JOE TORRE
We need to put out a fire...hmm...put some Gasoline on that!
FIREMAN
Sir, are you...?
CHIEF JOE TORRE
Use some Gasoline! Now shut up, I'm talking with my brother Frank. Don't you know he survived cancer??
Right.
Scott Proctor, we'll remember the leads you blew fondly. Enjoy L.A. We'll be missing you.
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