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Thursday, March 23, 2006


Pieces on the freaking board



On a day spent sweating a deadline, without much time to blog, herewith (to quote the ever-lovable Dan Shaughnessy) some "picked up pieces" after watching the first Red Sox/Yankees game of the year last night.

You know already that the good guys lost Round One.

That Johnny Damon is a Yankee now. (And that maybe he’s finally ready to shut his mouth.)

That when Wily Mo Pena "hits a ball hard he can hit it far away."

That Adam Stern (3 for 5, including a homer and 2 RBI) ain’t too shabby himself.

That David Riske seems to live up to his name.

That Papelbon will presently proceed to the ‘pen.

That Gary Sheffield “injected testosterone and human growth hormone.”

That Tanyon Sturtze is a punk.

That Manny cares more than many 'EEIdiots would have you believe.

Yes, you knew all that.

But did you know that A-Rod, who went 0 for 3 last night, is owed $98.79 million over the next five years, and that the Yankees owe just 10 players, including Johnny Demon, $373.1 million through 2011?

Or that MLB greed might soon mean that fantasy baseball ain't that much fun anymore?

Or that the Red Sox traded good-guy Bronson away because they’re “trying desperately to impress Bill Belichick”?

Or that we’re gonna come in second in the AL East for the 11th straight year but Coco’s going to win the batting title and Papelbon’s gonna come in a close second for rookie of the year?

No? That’s why you should read this blog.




Wednesday, August 16, 2006 6:05:08 AM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

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