Yeah that’s right. We quoted Big Head Todd. Only because it’s about as relevant (circa ‘99) as the biggest baseball news of the day: Tom Glavine is coming home. For eight million dollars. That’s how much the Bravos are going to cough up to have the 80 42 year old come 2008. And that means we’re probably going to be paying about a million per win too, especially once Scott Boras sells Andruw Jones’ soul to some sort of highest bidder.
In other exciting news out of the ATL, new general manager Frank Wren apparently likes to smoke crack:
Frank Wren, the Braves’ new general manager, was eager to add depth to a rotation that relied heavily on John Smoltz and Tim Hudson and never settled on reliable options in the fourth and fifth slots.
“We’ve made it clear that we want Tom back,” Wren said after making his first offer.
In addition to landing Glavine, Wren hopes for a return to health by Mike Hampton, who missed the last two seasons with injuries. He has started another rehab stint in the Arizona Fall League.
Yeah. This sounds pretty promising. It’s the exact same lineup that we used to win the World Series when we played MLB ‘99 on our Playstation 1 instead of going to summer school one year. After we conned that stupid computer into giving us Huddy (in his prime) for the rights to Jeff Blauser and a one legged David Justice. God, it was fun when Mike Hampton’s sinkerball wasn’t heavier than his contract. Can’t wait for Consistantly Wrong to waste a 17th round pick on him in fantasy this year.
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Wonk-wonk! (Although it sounds more like wahn’-wahn’, in which ‘=glottal stop)
I was looking for brahs, but sometimes they don’t mesh well (thank you, Clueless). It’s always interesting to hear mid-20s people attempt to be laid-back and still hip. (Brah, you just kicked me in the junk)…
Actually, I’m not that sort of person who insults people just for a living, but sometimes I do enjoy piling. Actually salamandering is worthwhile if there’s a slater-beat in operation. Man, but it looks like Screech got his own beat on.
I’m gonna look around more, and maybe I’ll find something interesting. Hasta la vista, muchachos (in Austrian accent).
Dr. John