Gang, remember the mailbag – we have a spot or two open today.
From the “Talks too much” studios, you stay classy Chattanooga.
You stay classy A-T-L
Man, the Braves are streaky. Sometimes they play like they have a bunch of leather-bound books and their locker room smells of rich mahogany. Sometimes they play like they have eaten an entire wheel of cheese and are trapped in a glass case of emotion.
So it goes.
Last night, the enigma that is Mike Minor continued to puzzle on-lookers and everyone else who believes, a) Minor should be a top-of-the-rotation guy and b) Milk was a poor choice.
