Hello, everyone! I spent the better part of today defrosting and cutting up frozen peas for my sick fish only for him to give me as near as someone without an eyebrow can to a quizzical eyebrow and be all, “I don’t know what you’re smoking, Emily, but there is no way.” So I gave up on him and went to Starbucks for a peppermint mocha. He seems okay now. Still hasn’t eaten the peas, though.
This little guy is a Giants fan, so I’d have to take care of him.
Also, the Winter Meetings start tomorrow, which means all is doubly well. For those of you who have never taken the time to read my bio a) do it now b) it helpfully informs innocent passersby that the Winter Meetings are my favorite part of the year. No joke. I mean, the World Series is pretty rad and all, but seriously, nothing is better than all the heads in baseball getting together to feud and make trades and stuff.
There’s also the inherent hilarity of sending hundreds of media people to hang out in the lobby while the GMs hide out upstairs. It sounds like the opening to a joke, because… it kind of is.
Us Giants fans will be on the lookout for deals with Pagan and Scutaro, a potential extension on Posey and maybe one for Hunter Pence, although Sabes made it sound like that is only happening in yo dreams, yo. I don’t reallyatall trust him, though, so I’ll still be in the lookout for it.
Them Rangers are linked to pretty much every big name on the market, because that’s just how JD rolls, so I honestly have no idea what direction they will go. But they will go one direction. One Direction. Get it, guys, get it?
The Josh Hamilton rumor mill is as busy as ever. My guess is he’ll go to one of 30 teams, but who knows, could be wrong.
Happy Winter Meetings, everyone!
p.s. Stop talking about football, silly people. Hibernation is looking like an increasingly attractive option.