... and homage to Willie The Shake, a/k/a "Bill S.," none other than the wise and lovely William Shakespeare, for providing the original line for that there ripoff in the title of this entry.
Anyway, I guess the Power of the Orange Jacket wore off. And the return of the Ollie Demon blew in with the San Francisco winds. And, folks, blaming the late night Sunday ESPN game, the semi-red-eye-flight out to San Francisco and the lack of proper sleep would be wrong, since Ollie flew out to San Francisco early in preparation for his start yesterday, if that's what you can call that mess of a pitching performance he gave last night.
Looks as if Willie... er, I mean, Bill R.'s dislike for Ollie might be justified, at least, at this point.
If I were Ollie and Scott Boras, I'd be a little worried right now. Here you got a guy who's going into free agency, looking for a nice fat reward in the form of a multi-year multi-million-dollar contract, and he's pitching as if... well, as if the only reward he's looking for is a stint in Taiwanese or Japanese baseball, or perhaps a trip to NOLA where he can frolic in the debauchery of the French Quarter.
As for the Mets and Ollie, I'm starting to think that if Pedro can make a solid return to the rotation, we might just see an expendable Ollie, with a trade including Ollie and maybe one or two other Heilm.... I mean, one or two other guys on the horizon.
And Oliver Hardy Perez and his buddy, Scott Laurel Boras, might just be good for a few laughs.