I was driving in my car listening to something called the Petros and Money Show when they announced that ESPN was reporting that The Dodgers were going to sign Manny to a 2 year $45M contract.
I pondered the informational disconnect and I pondered why on earth I was listening to sports talk radio. I pulled into my destination. I made some popcorn with shakeable Cholula seasoning and I reveled in the fact that we don't have to talk about Manny or Frank McCourt for the rest of the Spring.
I seem to remember you saying something to me along the lines of "anyone who listens to sports talk radio is a fucking moron." Well, sir. Tou-fuckin-che.
MAYBE.
...we don't have to talk about Manny or Frank McCourt for the rest of the Spring.
Is that a promise?
I'm not here to talk about the past. I came here to talk about building Little League diamonds.
The problem was that previous negotiations had McCourt offering a barbecue utensil set, yet Manny already sold his grill. It was a real "Gift of the Magi" situation.