The Milwaukee Brewers dropped another close one today, losing 8-1 to the Atlanta Braves at Miller Park. Many Brewers fans, our own writer Sonny included, have been calling for the head of Ned Yost. Almost as useless as Yost is the fat troll hitting in the middle of the Brewers lineup, Prince Fielder. If you’re as unlucky as I am and own Prince Fielder in your fantasy baseball league, you know what I’m talking about. If you’re a Brewers fan, you know what I’m talking about. If you like watching fat guys hit towering home runs, you know what I’m talking about.

At this time last year, Prince had nailed 17 round trippers, had 40 rbi’s, and was hitting .290. This year, Prince has 6 home runs, 25 rbi’s, and is hitting. 270. What’s the problem? Prince decided to swear off meat in the off-season, opting for the vegetarian lifestyle. I don’t think I could find a clearer example of why incredible power hitters shouldn’t become vegetarians. In fact, I’m on the verge of booking a flight to Milwaukee this coming week to buy a few rib eyes to shove down his throat. What happened to the 12 year old who could hit shots on top of Tiger Stadium? What happened to the Batman to Ryan Braun’s Robin? Why am I so inclined to call him Princess Fielder?

The Crew have had their share of problems this season with various other aspects of their team. Eric Gagne’s mind is warped, Ned Yost’s mind is still sitting at home in the glass case he keeps it in, and Prince lost his power. This is like watching a live version of Space Jam, except instead of Mugsy Bogues and Patrick Ewing not being able to handle the rock, it’s Prince Fielder forgetting what to do with an inside fastball. Get it together!