Anyway, we have the crap end of the batting lineup. Zimmerman will, naturally, crap his pants. Espinosa will flail away like a jarhead trying to crap out the last two days of MREs. Severino will, naturally, get a base hit or a walk, and whoever Dusty gets to pinch hit (probably Robinson) will stare at strike three like that creeper does while you're in the stall with the enormous gap between the door and the frame.
