Well, for the first time since the Septembocalypse, I actually feel like things are looking up again.
Yeah, Theo's lettah to the fans felt honest and hahtfelt. And Cherington seems like the right man, at the right time.
What struck me about Cherington is how he comes across as the so-called "smahtest guy in the room" and yet doesn't seem to give a shit about being the smahtest guy in the room.
On the othah hand, despite all the sounds bites of "the Sox are on solid ground" and "from talking to players there’s a great motivation to clean up whatever does need to be cleaned" variety, let's not kid ourselves. This is one fuck of a mess of a ballclub.
Seriously. There's no guarantee this whole thing isn't going to be the equivalent of photoshopping a Lindsay Lohan centahfold and packaging it up as something new.
When, as the D-Listed dude so eloquently puts it, the reality is "every pair of eyeballs on this planet have seen Lindsay Lohan's freckled titty sacks so much that we could all draw them from memory on an Etch-A-Sketch."