At the mathematical midpoint of the 2009 schedule, we've had some good times, we've had some bad times, and we've had some times ugly enough to make Carrot Top cry. The highs and lows have been well-chronicled, as this season often feels like riding the Mind Eraser at Elitch Gardens (excuse me, Six Flags) but let's run the briefs by you again. At 18-28, we were left for dead under Clint Hurdle's usual combination of well-meaning but inept stewardship, then defied all t...