Birds of Blue and Red

So I learned about the possible (and now real, pending physicals) trade of Troy Glaus for Scott Rolen early this aft. Straight up. Dark for fair. Shoulder for foot. Roids for head butting with skip. Decline for decline. Multi-year contract for multi- year contract. No-trade clause for no-trade clause.

Random Troy Glaus memories:

Troy coming in made me happy at the time. King Carlos leaving left a giant offensive hole that VDub was teetering on the edge of. I was sad about O-Dog (and indifferent about Batista), but Troy was that big-fat bat.

He owned the 02 WS.

His contract had a clause which had the Jays paying for his wife's equestrian career (I always described it as the Pony Clause). I never understood the Pony Clause. Isn't the point of having the rich husband is so he pays for all that shit? Careers, whims, botox, tanning, limo rides to Maryland because you are afraid of heights.

For a dude that can't bend over, Troy had very smooth hands.

He played through pain. A lot.

His post-steroid, near-tears, "no comment" while taking heavy sighs media scrum was really awful.

Pending physicals... considering both Rolen's and Glaus' various ailments, it's going to be a long Monday for some baseball docs.

Troy's disgusted look at those kids trying to hit that pinata is great television.

That weird shirt adjusting/chest push thing Troy always did. What was that?

Game winning, towering homeruns that made Glaus giddy. For several innings.

Early in the season, during the supreme suckage of May 2007, Troy was the only one hitting the ball and thus the only one off the shit list. Player of the week during a 9 game losing streak is something. At least you can't say he didn't try.

April 22, 2006. Red Sox @ Jays. AJ leaves with sore elbow. Manny crushes two huge homeruns. Beckett mowing down Blue Jays. 6-2 Sox. Hope dwindles. Beckett plunks Hill in the 8th and promptly loses his shit. Next batter, Adams takes Beckett deep, starting a comeback capped off when Troy takes Timlin long to tie it 6-6. It goes to 12. Bottom 12th, Overbay doubles home a bewildered, saucer-eyed Troy (who ran like hell as soon as he saw the ball drop in). Troy looks like he might pass out, as Jays slap each other silly. Jays win 7-6.