So I had this really crazy dream last night that the Red Sox made the incredibly radical move of altering the lineup.
No shit. It seems Terry Rip Van Winkle Francona awoke from his persistent coma at long last.
Unbelievable. And here I was thinking that having the worst leadoff OBP in all the majahs was some part of some diabolical managerial strategy that was just too sublime for mere fans to discern.
And don't look now, but the Yankees have stahted the bilge pumps and at last have their battahed and ageing hull back above the water line.
Ah, yes, on the good ship belly flop, the colors are fah from struck.