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I think it’s the toughest job in sports.  When summoned, the game is perilously close.  You are charged with being perfect, for one mistake could mean the difference between victory and defeat.  Your opponent knows it.  He’s got the luxury of failure on his side.  He’s not supposed to win the battle.  You are.  Should he prevail, he will be lauded.  You?  You just did what you were supposed to do – got in, got out, got happy. 

You are a closer in the MLB.  You are Trevor Hoffman.  And after six games, you are suckin’.

It’s early.  Yeah, I know.  But let’s look at the facts:

• Our 42 year old closer has given up almost as many home runs as he has innings pitched.  Teams aren’t manufacturing runs against him.  They’re taking them tape measure style.
• When he’s not servin’ it up, he’s allowing base runners at a clip of 1+ per inning (factoring in the bombs, his WHIP is a swollen 2.0).
• Hoffman has blown half of his opportunities in 2010, and his shattered outings have the unfortunate reputation of being his most recent.  

Trevor Hoffman is the greatest of all-time at his craft. But let’s be honest with ourselves – Trevor Hoffman is well into his final tour of duty. Again, I know it’s early. There is plenty of time for him to get it together. Let’s hope he does. In the meantime, tell me you won’t be a little concerned the next time the bullpen gate opens and #51 emerges.

When that’s what you do…and the only thing you do…you’ve got to get it done.