You’re David Forst and you already have the disadvantage of apparently not being all that great at your job. You felt you “had” to trade Sean Murphy and so you accepted Kyle Muller in a tepid package, and then listened to Keith Lieppman right after his bout of hysterical blindness caused him to anoint Esteury Ruiz the “most complete minor leaguer I’ve seen this year!”
Thing is, Forst is like a chef who is given a butter knife and an aging cow and is told to make veal cutlets. In fairness, that’s a doable job since you can reasonably trade the butter knife for Kyle Muller but still.