Gawd. Don't remind us. We led the entire universe in busted pitching prospects. I'm still giving Baumann the evil eye for that sore forearm. Pop(p) with the elbow rebuild. I think one more at least. Grayrod trying to throw the ball across Lake Stuperior interrupts my dreams.
On the other hand, what if there's a real season, majors and minors, and everything clicks? The rich teams will be filling out their bingo cards with orange and black markers.