Six years into his managerial career, he finally tries to go all out to win a game. Better late than never I guess. Ned managing has a similar impact on me as my golfing -- in each case, there's just barely enough positive for me to 'come back', yet the realist in me knows all the pain and agony that's sure to lie ahead. Every once in a while, Ned will make the move that my brain is about ready to scream for, which puts me into a quieted sense of discomfort. Torres yesterday was one of those situations. It's like I get used to seeing Shouse v. righties & Mota against the meat of lineups in the 8th inning... and then Ned does something that makes sense. I usually get suspicious & start looking for that paint can from Home Alone to come crashing down on me. When that doesn't happen (it hasn't yet, anyway), I uncomfortably try to start enjoying the game again. This, unfortunately, leads me to expect reasonable decisions from Yost in the subsequent games. And just like my slice off the tee, Ned's empty-headedness returns every time.