Steve Tambellini is taking a fork to a knife fight. And not even a good fork. He’s got the buggered up one on the left there. Dreadful. Plus, he’s not exactly a born salesman and dithering doesn’t cut it when destiny is in the air.
Armed with 2′s and 3′s making 2 and 3, armed with small forwards with bad boxcars, armed with the overpriced and the injured, he enters deadline day with some useful parts and in dire need of cap room.
Steve Tambellini is already burning daylight.