I'm replaying the 2012 season in OotP Baseball and damned if I haven't weaponized this guy again. He was hitting about the same as his real-world sapsorrow .175 about five weeks into the season. I'd been starting him only against lefties and after we rub against a run of righthanded pitchers, he has the cheek to come into my office and say that he expects to be starting regularly. The gall! The audacity! The chutzpah! I raise an arched eyebrow, or arch a raised eyebrow, and have my finger on the button to release the player then and there. I long to tell him that he was the whitest of white elephants, that he has no reason to expect anything but tittering derision. But I keep my head and realizede I was short on righthanded options. Pascucci was hurt, slumping and unhappy in Buffalo, and the waiver wire and trading block aren't showing me any happy alternatives. So I throw him a bone, started working him in against righties, and the sucker finds his stroke. We're in game fifty and he just hit his seventh homer. He's at .240 / .310 / .490 // .801 and if I can get that out of him for the season, I'll be thrilled. Then I realize again that it's all fake. And in reality, he's gone, without any hint of a revitalization, and taken my team's money with him.