Thursday, December 22

A hot stove burns

Now that the darkest day of the year is over, and I am officially old, I'm getting down to the crotchety post haste. What the fuck, Sox? We have no one at first base, sketch at second, we traded Edgar "I told you to get the OC on the cheap" Renteria and now have no shortstop, but that's okay because we do have roughly 300 third basemen. No worries, though, because now we also have no one to play center field. I won't mention that god only knows if the Schill will ever be his old self, Foulke is a bigger question mark than the Loch Ness monster, and will they trade Manny? Will Jen's head explode before spring training even starts?

The likelihood is good, people. Real fucking good.

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