Hide your catchers, people, because Brian Cashman is coming to steal them away. First Chris Stewart and now Eli Whiteside? Cashman needs to start preying on players at other positions. Second basemen, maybe. Or left-handed relief pitchers, perhaps. That would be good. But if we don’t watch out, Buster Posey might disappear from right under our noses any minute, so we need to watch out backs.
You know how Oakland fans say they always lose their stars to New York? Across the Bay, we lose our… non-stars to New York, I guess.
In all seriousness, though, Eli Whiteside is one of those affable players who has lingered through a pretty amazing run for the franchise, never close by but never exactly far away either. Whiteside doesn’t have any huge highlights, but there was a memorable fight somewhere in there against them Phillies and I, for one, always think of his homer against the Twins last June as well. Safe travels in New York, Eli. I hear they have, ahem, some really fabulous Italian restaurants on the Upper West Side.
In my very own New York news, I progressed from a crossing the street on foot when the light was yellow to crossing when the it was full-on red, but I figure it’s okay, I’m just prepping for my late hour Manhattan trip next month. Which is probablykindasortahappening and if it does, it will be awesome and Eli and I can go to aforementioned Italian place together.
You hear that, Eli? Everything will be all right. I will be there to comfort you with ravioli when you begin to miss giraffe hats and San Francisco.
Aside from the big Whiteside news, the hot stove has been pretty much silent. Like, completely silent. Like, drop a pin and we would all hear it. I ate too many vegan energy bars today – I’m not a vegan, but those things are devilishly good – and changed my Tumblr URL and that was all. (I mean, there was the real life work/school stuff I did, but that doesn’t count.) Life is lonely without baseball. ::hot stove hugs::