This poster, along with Mrs. SF and Soxbaby Isaac, are headed off across the lake for some much needed rest and relaxation. We’ll be out of the loop for a few days, but checking the box scores via the Herald Tribune, keeping our fingers crossed that the Sox can hang in there despite all their injury woes. I hope to post intermittently from the road, but in my absence I leave the site to my trusted co-blogger YF, who certainly has plenty of material to discuss over the next 9 days. In the meantime, we leave for the UK with the knowledge that Theo Epstein, the best GM in all the northeast, has crafted another resilient team, from Arroyo to Clement to Halama to Miller (we hope!). His shrewd dealings have helped keep the Sox afloat even with a decimated pitching staff (at least for now).
While we’re over there, we’ll be sure to check in on the formerly indomitable Red Devils of Manchester United, who, in a wonderfully symmetrical coincidence (I’m an Arsenal man, for the record) have spiralled downward, with an onslaught of dissension in the ranks. All this hullabaloo started barely 18 months after signing a big co-marketing deal with the Bombers. Steinbrenner and Murdoch – a couple of blustery, egomanical, babyish peas in a pod.
Our best hopes upon return are for standings which look pretty much the way they do now, though it would be nice to see the Beantowners a bit closer to the top. At least we’re not rooting for those guys who are tied with the Devil Rays.
We’ll be back soon.