I wrote something yesterday while I was running around, trying to get as much information as I could about the game.
I had missed the first inning that Nelson Figueroa had pitched, but was present for his second inning, which wound up with bases loaded.
A little while later, I thought I saw him come out of the locker room and walk over to an SUV, get in, and get the hell out of Dodge early.
I was wrong.
It was not Nelson Figueroa. Might have been Angel Pagan, but, in looking back, I not only painted a picture that something might be wrong, but I didn't even have the right player.
So, that's why I wrtie for a Savannah newspaper, not the Wall Street Journal.
My apologies to Nelson.