Scotty, Scotty, Scotty...

It's unfortunate to have to dedicate my first blog to this subject, but it is newsworthy.

It's lame enough that Scott Olsen had a TANTRUM OVER A BUTTON ON HIS FREAKING JERSEY, resulting in a two-game suspension. Then, after supposedly redeeming himself by pitching a 10-2 win over the Reds (one of the two solo homers he gave up was to Jeff Conine, which is kind of excusable to any hardcore Fish Fan), he celebrates by getting plastered and making very bad decisions.

First, he drives drunk. Then, he doesn't pull over when the cops catch him speeding and RUNS A STOP SIGN WHILE THE PO-PO ARE CHASING HIM. A mile or so later, he arrives at his residence and casually sits on a plastic chair (real classy, Scotty). Then he resists arrest and starts KICKING THE COPS before eventually getting owned by a taser and going to the big house.

Scotty is 23. I'm 22, so Olsen, like so many Marlins and players breaking into the bigs these days, is my peer. Though there are plenty of 23-year-olds breaking out on the MLB scene, Scotty stands out. He is obviously and embarrassingly immature. At first I liked his chip-on-the-shoulder persona. He's a scrawny kid with a baby face and wears his hat like a Little League punk. But he brings the heat, and without a doubt throws some of the filthiest sliders in the league. But his immaturity -- well, his REFUSAL TO GROW UP -- is preventing him from blossoming. Again, he's 23. But Scotty has to realize that he is extremely lucky to be where he is right now. Some of his teammates, like Jason Wood and Matt Treanor, had to pay their dues in the minors for many, many years.

Not only is he hurting himself and his career, but he is letting down the team...and the fans.