I know Anthony Slama exists. I have seen box scores that include his name. Bloggers and media types alike have been talking about him and his pitching skills for months. I have never seen Anthony Slama pitch. I have never even seen a decent looking picture of the guy - in fact I challenge you to find one. You have a better shot at a high-res pic of Nessie sunning herself on the beach. I know Slama has a mustache, which will make him fit in quite nicely on this Twins team where Carl Pavano has made the pornstache cool again. Other than that -- I wouldn't know him if I stood in line next to him at Starbucks.
Alex Burnett got sent down when Slama was called up last night. In the end, it probably won't really matter. A leaky bullpen isn't that much of a problem when the starters routinely give up 5 runs before the 4th inning. But still, it might be nice to have a real closer or a "closer in waiting" on the staff who doesn't pitch to contact and can actually, you know, strike guys out once in awhile.
The Tigers lost last night -- that's great. The White Sox won. I don't want to start thinking about Sidney Rice and his bad hip or Adrian Peterson's fumbling problems, but the Twins might force my hand.
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