FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Posted by el duque at 6:57 PM
BTW, it's the same knee-buckling sense of predestination that I have about Big Papi: He'll wear pinstripes someday. It's as if the ghost of George Steinbrenner will rise up through his sons and make the deal -- get another Randy Johnson or Gary Sheffield, another toys that old George coveted in life. He always wanted David Ortiz, but claimed the "baseball people" botched it. On the day the Redsocks cut him loose, the clock will start ticking. Bank on it.
Tonight, for better or worse, the circle has been navigated. The fates have been appeased. As Mustang says below, "It happened." I would add this: It had to happen. Nothing could stop it.
And now, what do we do with those t-shirts?