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"No apologies necessary! You're a jagoff !"

240 AVG 3-5 HR's 40-50 RBI's and 40+ steals That's damn good. For a guy to only hit .240 and still drive in 40-50 RBI's is an incredible feat. And those 40+ steals would put him in scoring position many times, no? I don't give a s*** if Willie Harris has no HR's next year. If he can drive in 40-50 RBI's and steal 44 bases, I say he's the best damn CF we've had since One Dog. Maybe better! And if he hits .240, I don't care as long as his OBP is high. Rickey Henderson hasn't hit above .230 for about 8 years, but he's still productive, is he not? Plus, Willie's .240 average is world's higher than GIDPaul's .221, isn't it?

It's funny. We add former players to OUR coaching staff, and people rip it every chance they get. Other teams add former players to THEIR coaching staff, and they are commended. If only we were the Cubs. :fthecubs

Besides sleeping in the dugout during games, and making the same old tired post-game press conferences that started with "Well, we didn't do this, well, we didn't do this" ...... I don't think he had ANY strong points. It's sad to think that we really wasted the last 6 years with that moron. It makes me so irritated ...

Ozzie is flying to Las Vegas this weekend to have a nice little chat with Frank. I don't think they will be exchanging old happy memories. Ozzie knows that Frank is his biggest problem and headache, and I'm glad to see he wants to nip that s*** in the bud immediately. I'm not a psychic or anything, but I guarantee that Ozzie's first few sentences to Frank will be, "Hey! You are with us or you are against us. We are a team, and you need to get your fat head out of your ass and realize that. If you want to play for me, fine. I love you, and would love to have you be a big part of the team. But if you only play for YOU, then f*** off and just leave. Enjoy your sandwich and have a good day. I have a return flight to catch." Ozzie may be a foot shorter and 100 lbs. less than Frank, but I think Frank is scared of him and intimidated. Finally, someone to call "The Big Skirt" out on the carpet and challenge him. It's about time.

The Sox were a team on life support last year. The would occasionally show signs of life, and actually act "alive." However, they had no heart and very stale and tainted blood. Ozzie brings an infusion of new blood, and an actual "heart transplant." If that's not true, then we'll see first hand, won't we? Ozzie on his worst day is still better than "Sleepy" Manuel on his best day.

LMAO!! I truly have never seen a more uninspired, passive, and "blah" manager in my life.

I keep hearing how "Soriano can just be moved to the OF." Hey, it took Carlos Lee 3 years to figure it out, and I expect that same could be said of Soriano. However, Craig Biggio figured it out (if you want to say that) in a year, so maybe there's hope after all.

Yas, Let's be honest here. A freshly departed cadaver would be the definition of "anti-Manuel." At least the Sox will save $1500 a year on formaldehyde now that Manuel is gone.

Thomson would be a nice addition who wouldn't cost an arm and a leg. It's possible, but not probable.

I hope I'm wrong, I really do, but in my opinion: Joe Borchard = Kevin Maas (best case scenario) Joe Borchard = Brooks Kiechnick (worst case scenario)

Ozzie is trying a very common strategy by calling Frank out. My dad pulled this same crap when I was a kid. They call you out, insult you, challenge you, question you, and then they dare you to "PROVE ME WRONG." I think that's what's going on, IMO. By the way, Ozzie is flying to Las Vegas to meet with Frank at his home this weekend. I just wish I was a fly on the wall for THAT meeting. Maybe it will be productive beyond our knowledge. Or maybe they will just blow $1000 each on slot machines. Who knows. However, believe me, Ozzie knows that Frank is his biggest challenge and problem. Let's hope they work it out.

It's understandable. However, Koch, when healthy and mentally right, can overpower hitters more than Urbina can. That's what I'm hoping for.

I would give him another year in the minors, IMO. No need to rush him and destroy his confidence. He's so overcome with and playing with such confidence and pride in his ability that it's not funny. Let's not rush him. Let him develop like we did with Crede. We will enjoy the results.

If Cora is knowledgeable, makes the proper decisions, cares about and loves his players, teaches proper fundamentals, and makes a positive impact on the team, I could give two s***s whether anyone likes him or not. I would rather have a team full of ass-kickers than a team full of ass-kissers.

Valentin's agent, David Elston, said he believes five or six teams are looking for a shortstop and that his client could expand his options if he offers to play second .. I don't think having 5 offers from Independent League teams will be much bargaining leverage. I would never spend 5 million on Jose. He's mediocre defensively, is slow and has no foot speed, has streaky power (in spurts - 5 HR in a week and then none for the rest of the month), and is not a good hitter with RISP. I'd rather have Ozzie suit up at SS to be a player/manager than re-sign Valentin.

Happy belated birthday. You're not just older, you're longer.

Tobes of Hades, lit by flickering torchlight The netherworld is gathered in the glare Prince By-Tor takes the cavern to the north light The sign of Eth is rising in the air. By-Tor, knight of darkness, Centurion of evil, devil's prince. Across the River Styx, out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate The Snow Dog, ermine glowing in the damp night Coal-black eyes shimmering with hate. By-Tor and the Snow Dog Square for battle, let the fray begin. The battle's over and the dust is clearing Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell Rejoicing echoes as the dawn is nearing By-Tor in defeat retreats to Hell Snow Dog is victorious The land of the Overworld is saved again.

I guess I made you all hungry, didn't I? Here's a tip for all of you who go to the United Center for a Bulls or Blackhawks game this year - STAY AWAY FROM THE PIZZA. My wife and I went to the United Center on Friday. We both had pizza. We both are still having stomach problems and horrible stomach pains and "diarrhea." I could cry. But it's only fitting, since the Bulls and Blackhawks have looked like s*** anyways. Poetic justice!

My favorite is anyone who has inside information that we can all jump on.

I used to love his commentary on "Baseball Tonight" over the first 3 months of the season. But then he got cocky, mouthy, and arrogant, and he didn't analyze anymore - he got preachy. By the end of the baseball season, I couldn't deal with his commentary anymore. He became a windbag and a blowhole. A pompous ass? Yes, he is. But he'll be a pompous ass in a country 3000 miles away. Goodbye, Bobby. And good riddance. What a jag.

The Simpsons were really funny and really good up until one of their top writers and creative minds left the show to pursue other interests. That was back in 1997. By the way, that writer and creative mind has his own late night television show. His name is Conan O'Brien. Once he left, that show turned to s***. They're just stretching now. But you can understand that. I mean, how many episodes can you write after 14 years? All the ideas are spent and burned out. That show should have ended years ago. But FOX milks it for all it's worth, much like they do their sports announcers. I just wish Bart would have an episode where he is grounded, stuck in his room, and exclaims, "f*** this. I'm outta here."

Hello. Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home? Come on, now. I hear you're feeling down. Well I can ease your pain, Get you on your feet again. Relax. I need some information first. Just the basic facts: Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I got that feeling once again. I can't explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb. Ok. Just a little pinprick. [ping] There'll be no more --Aaaaaahhhhh! But you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe it's working. Good. That'll keep you going for the show. Come on it's time to go. There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb.

I got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb. When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone. I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. Got those swollen hands blues. Got thirteen channels of s*** on the TV to choose from. I got electric light, And I got second sight. Got amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know, When I try to get through, On the telephone to you, There'll be nobody home. I got the obligatory Hendrix perm, And the inevitable pinhole burns, All down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I got nicotine stains on my fingers. I got a silver spoon on a chain. Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I've got wild, staring eyes. And I got a strong urge to fly, But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...). Ooooo Babe, When I pick up the phone, There's still nobody home. I got a pair of Gohill boots, And I got fading roots.

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