Tank Vindicated!

I forgive The TANK.


I railed against the tank, after a series of rejected trade offers, and unsatisfactory counter-offers, but in the end he helped me accomplish some of the fundamental principles of the universe, thus striking a blow for the continuation of life as we know it! All hail the TANK! Not only has he saved the universe from certain, but righting and unacceptable wrong, but in the process he has acquired one of the greatest performers in the game today.

Let's welcome Manny Ramirez to the Tanks.

As for the righting of the greatest of universal disruptions? Frank fixed that by ensuring that Roy Halladay.....the Doc......is once again where he belongs. Welcome home Doc, welcome home. The Doc returns to the former league sensations, bringing with him the likes of Troy Glaus and Mike Piazza to bolster the offense, even as he supports the staff.

2 positions to climb in a very short period of time. If it happens?

This guy I know from Boston is going to see what the shoe is like when its on the other foot!

Frank is IN the TANK!

Are you F'N serious?!?!?

Frank's head is in the tank! I offered that guy a dominant.....I repeat.....DOMINANT closer, a starter with big upside in the second half, and raw speed......for raw power and a dominant starter. The counter offer made me want to reconsider sending MANRAM to the Kracker for Blaylock.

Almost.

Frank needs to buy himself a clue. I'd like to donate the first .50 cents!

Long live the KING!

The KING is dead. Long live the King.

So Bruce busted out of the WSP, and is left to reflect upon the moves that cost him his shot. I'd like to be that compassionate friend who offers a kind word of reassurance. I'd like to be that guy who knows just what to say, and how to remind Bruce that he's young and he'll have more opportunities shortly. I'd like to fly around like Superman. There's lots of shit I'd like to do, but very little that I manage to get off my increasingly fat ass to actually accomplish. This really should be the time I do it.

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Well, it was worth a shot. That was as close to motivated as I get outside of trying to score with Charlize Theron. The turth is, I'm pretty certain that there's nothing I could say to Bruce right now that he doesn't already know. Hasn't already heard. From people he's known longer, and who are far wiser than I.

On the up side? There's always Toronto Bruce, there's always Toronto!

A little inside shot there. You'd have to understand the dynamic of a pretty damn fine friendship to truly appreciate what that means. Its a friendship that's taken me most of its existence just to fully appreciate, so I'm not looking to open anyone's eyes with profound words of revelation just now. Suffice it to say that I know good people, and Bruce Lerch is good people. Plus he got me front row at Fenway, on his dime, without a second thought. It buys him mad street cred in Toronto.

In fact, I've officially changed my position from "Gary would have sorted that out for me" to, "Bruce would have one-upped Gary, after he sorted that shit out for me!" Be afraid. That's a lot to measure up to.

Blame it on Bruce!

Blame it all on Bruce Lerch.

The quiet absence of my scathing opinions from the internet over the last 16 months had allowed a calm to settle over both the rightfully fearful, and the blissfully ignorant. No more! A night out with Diggzy Brown, he of the chainsaw snores, reminded me of just how much I enjoyed the meaningless rambling I seemed to do on a daily basis, while slinging text for an online gamesite that never appreciated the singular wonder at their disposal.

I'm back, though admittedly I would much prefer to be crafting tales of fantasy, roleplaying through brilliant dialogue, and genius plotlines, towards a epic climax that could only be matched by a fevered night alone with Charlize Theron. Still, better that I share the numerous opinions that careen from the walls of my cranium, ever seeking an outlet for their blunt shock, than allow them to run me mad. Still, I have not given up the hope of once more taking on the mantle of the Shepherd of Men. For now though, I will wallow in the creative release that is The 4th Man.

Be warned. I've long since forgotten how to apologize, and had I not, it is unlikely that I would care enough to bother anyways. Read on at your peril......