8 Days

Well, I was busy this week and a little disinterested in baseball. How disinterested? Well, instead of watching Beckett hum and chuck (and yes, that son of a bitch is humming and chucking) and Manny roll over C.C., I'm watching a movie. About magicians. So other than noticing how delicious that Grady Sizemore is, I'm not feeling the ALCS right now. God, I hate Boston. But Manny is still cool.

I've been bitter this off-season. I watched Sweet Lou pull Zambrano early, lose game 1 and then watched Eeyore pitch a fit (instead of strikes) and throw his glove on the mound in game 2. Joe Torre is perhaps fired, after Wang sucked and then Moose (enjoyably) sucked more. Neither of those teams had any pitching. At all. Yet my team, full of young pitching studs are fishing, having surgery, and hopefully not driving drunk.

I did see Joe Torre on Sesame Street the other day. Telly couldn't catch a beach ball so Baby Bear brings in Torre for some advice (nice connections, Baby Bear). Torre tells him he's doing everything right but catching is a hard thing to learn, so to keep practicing. The crowd cheers (I guess Sesame Street is in the Bronx) and Joe says he has to go cause it's the 9th and "Mariano is getting nervous". As he is leaving, he tosses the beach ball to Telly, and he catches it.

Oh, and the Jays hired Gary Denbo as their new hitting coach. He likes video. Bobcat hates him.