Mike is gone, except for his image and his name carved into the base of my two year old bobblehead.
And don’t forget, he missed a month with the knee surgery, was still recovering from knee problems through nearly all of April, didn’t hit his first home run until either late April or early May (couldn’t work up the energy to go find the actual date – too hot and humid here), and played semi-lame until the end of June.
The Iron Giant is definitely on something, but you can’t piss test for juju.
