No excuses, Izzy.

We brought you here for your defense, you little elf-man. So what do you do? You pump on a routine throw to first and the runner beats it out. As a result, your team loses. Of course, we can't take all the blame away from Eyre for melting after that, but still. Well, I guess we can't really complain; at least Izzy's not injured, right? *knocks on wood*

-Ernie