However, I think you’re missing a major point on what I think was the destruction of Andrew Miller by the cheapskate McLoria regime. He wasn’t ready for the show but the Feesh stuck him in there anyway, hoping the phenom would take the stink…er, sting…out of salary-dumping Cabrera. When he didn’t – when he went into battle looking like a deer in the headlights of a Mack double semi on an interstate highway at three AM and his confidence was being beaten out of him start after start, the Feesh brain trust (which is beginning to sound oxymoronic) stubbornly refused to send him down for seasoning until he had been reduced to pitching batting practice as a mop-up reliever. Anything to avoid spending some real money on a real starter. Scrooge McLoria and the Chihuahua ruined this kid, and if he’d been an even slightly lower profile prospect the pucker-pocketed son of a bitch would have sold him for ethanol instead of trading him. It may well be that he wouldn’t have panned out anyway but all you had to do was to study the look on his face when they sent him up against Pujols and Ryan Howard and Chipper Jones to see that he was just a nervous kid not ready for prime time.