I need to make something clear right off the bat here: I’m still down with Sandy Alderson’s current plan, which is to lie low and concentrate on the minors and the draft and build from within after building the “within”. It’s not that I’m happy with the inactivity, but unfortunately it’s necessary. I do wish that the plan included a little more creativity, a little more roster turnover, and a little less sifting through the Boof Bonser Bin, but it’s still only December.
But right now I feel like Ralph Kramden when the doctor gives him that new way to keep from being aggravated, and then he says “I just wish I had something to aggravate me right now to show you how it works.”
Pins and needles. Needles and pins. It’s a happy man that grins.
Now what am I mad about?
PINS AND NEEDLES, NEEDLES AND PINS! IT’S A HAPPY MAN THAT GRINS!!!
You know how that episode ended, right? With Norton pretending that celery is steak dinner, and the Kramdens out in the cold. Lesson learned here is that if you close your eyes and pretend that D.J. Carrasco is Cliff Lee, you’ll get through the next three or four seasons a lot easier.
And it doesn’t make me feel any better that the Phillies will be paying a lot of old guys a billion dollars in four years. Four division titles and perhaps a couple of World Series appearances later have a way of making a team not care so much. Hell, I doubt the Phillies care now, without any titles won by the greatest rotation this side of the ’71 Orioles.
Maybe the Mets can do what the Newark Bears did and transfer to the Can-Am league for a season.
Nah, it’s okay. Because there’s a free agent out there that has made his desire clear to join the Mets and take his hacks at the Four Horsemen. Unfortunately …
Pins and needles, needles and pins …
