I really don't know much about Richie Sexson. Perhaps, Willie Bloomquist is right. Maybe Sexson still plays real hard and just caught a bunch of bad breaks and is really a decent guy ready to return to form if given the right opportunity. I'm not buying it. He's a big baby. An overrated, oversized one-dimensional whiner. Anyone who goes chucking his helmet at an opposing pitcher after a pitch that's shoulder high and basically over the plate is a poor excuse for a big-time player. Sexson, Dunn, the infamous Rob Deer, I really, truly don't understand what compels teams to go out and dump millions into these guys. Sure, when they get a hold of one, they can hit the ball a very, very long way. But this isn't Home Run Derby. Richie's putrid performance in Seattle took it to another level, though. Anytime a player making approximately $15K/year boasts the lowest average of any regular in the Major Leagues, something is horribly wrong. To add injury to insult, Sexson's home run numbers have also gone in the tank. His 21 dingers in 121 games last year were a far cry from the 45 he swatted during his final year in Milwaukee back in 2003. Through it all, Richie was consistent in one area. Good ole' fashion whiffing. That's right. He's plugged along at a consistent rate of about 1K/game, with his ratio proving even a bit more prolific this season (76Ks in 74 games). Yep, you could always count on that tall drink of water for something. We can't wait to see which team is the next sucker to snatch him up with visions of Brewer resurrection dancing in their head. Losers. Omar, no. Don't even think about it.