Still can’t believe it. Dusty Baker of all people. Leaving Mat Latos in when the Reds had one of the best bullpens in the Major Leagues only to have him give up a Grand Slam? Crazy town. Dusty always seemed like the type of guy that managed his pitchers so well. Proper rest. Pulling them before a big inning. Never overworking them. Mindful of a young arm and possible injuries. Like I would expect this from most managers, but Dusty? No way.
Mat Latos has a cat named Cat Latos. Maybe the only thing he could have done to rectify the fact that his name is Mat with one T, which is quite possibly the douchiest thing in the world. Sort of a “if life hands you lemons make lemonade” type of thing. Or in this case if life hands you lemons buy a cat and take pictures with it like you’re a 13 year old girl.