Papelbon to the Phillies was announced officially today.
(Do I use those eyes too much? Well, of course I do. But then again, I am so bemused most the time that they are the only way to express my emotions. A picture speaks a thousand words and all that.)
It’s a boatload of money and a boatload of years. You want specifics? Fine, more specifically, it’s four years, 60 million. For Papelbon. Yeah. That makes sense, right? I don’t meant to question the wonderfulness of Rubén Amaro Jr. or anything like that, but I personally would pay that kind of money to send Papelbon elsewhere- anywhere else than my team. Still, if he was going to leave, him and dem Phils were probably a match made in heaven. Okay, yes, I kinda really don’t dig Jonathan. That much is clear.
But does he like cheesesteaks, I wonder?
(Sorry, terribly, necessary joke.)
Anyhow, my whole thing from last year about being willing to get stuffed into someone’s suitcase to go the General Manger meetings still stands true.
I mean, don’t endless talks about labor plans and the ‘Stros moving leagues- will they? Won’t they? Will they? Won’t they?- sound absolutely riveting?
(Not, that is.)
Then again, I would dearly love to be there when Jon Daniels is named Executive of the Year.
Because he will.
He most definitely will.
Or else… there will be consequences. Dire ones.
p.s. And, oh, Dodgers? Not to question your brilliance either, but do you really- and I mean really- want Kemp for so many billions of years? Think carefully. Yes, there is a right answer. Yes, you are totally being tested.