
To compound his shame, the guy batting after Melhuse collected two hits and scored twice. Another of Melhuse's teammates collected four hits in four at-bats, with four runs and four RBIs. Another teammate hit two home runs. Yet another went 4 for 6, only outdone by the aforementioned 4-for-4 and a 3-for-4 from a certain someone else. Even the other guy who didn't pick up a hit -- someone batting directly in front of Melhuse -- at least got on base twice and scored two runs, which is amazing when you consider the guy batting after him was, well, Adam Melhuse. The No. 5 hitter tied the team lead with four RBIs. Basically, the wealth was distributed evenly, like a misguided Jesse Ventura tax cut, to everyone... except Melhuse.
Imagine the post-game locker room:
Guy 1: Whooooo!
Guy 2: What a day.
Guy 3: I am a golden god!
Guy 4: Did anyone see my 7th inning home run?
Guy 5: 7th inning? I thought it was the 2nd...
Guy 4: Oh, yeah. That too.
Guy 6: Didn't beat my shot into the fountain though. Smoked it. Smoked. Smoked.
Guy 7: I feel good about myself. Hey Guy 8, nice game as well.
Guy 8: Thanks man. Great job every... uh. Yeah, thanks Guy 7.
(uncomfortable silence)
Adam Melhuse: Hey guys, nice game. Good job team.
(uncomfortable silence)
I'm sure Melhuse isn't a bad guy, but he performed so poorly at the plate that one could accuse him of pococurantism. That, kids, is the word of the day: pococurantism, meaning indifference (or, in adjectival form, hebetude). No other way to explain it.
Adam Melhuse: you suck.
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