I was emailing with Darell today about the Blue Jays. Cause that's how I spend most of the few free minutes I have during the day.
We talked about the Jose Reyes fervor the National Post's John Lott stirred with his tweet this morning. I've been advocating (mostly to Darell) the Jays should try to get Carlos Beltran from the Mets. For a variety of reasons, but mostly because I genuinely think the Jays need some bats and Beltran-as-DH makes some sense in my brain. But this Reyes thing is even more potentially exciting.
We talked about the standings, and why we're both quietly optimistic about the next four months. Sure the Jays are last in the AL East right this minute, but they're only 3.5 games back and Jose Bautista's bat is about the only thing that's gone according to plan. So yeah, if the Jays start getting some bounces, and some health (seriously, Rogers, NEW TRAINING STAFF), the blind optimism could turn into real hope. And that led to the following desperate attempt to explain how badly I want the Jays to win tonight, which Darell urged me to blog:
Here’s hoping Morrow makes lots of White Sox look stupid! I was watching a recent episode of CSI: NY. Prepare to suspend disbelief. They found a dead girl. She’d been to the police previously to report a murder but her details were sketchy at best. Despite the fact she was dead, they found the place she was squatting and found all of her amateur sleuth work. The case was cracked when they discovered the codenames she’d given to the people she was accusing of murder. One of the accused was a pro ballplayer, a third baseman. She code-named him Buck Weaver (3B for Black Sox) but none of the CSI detectives thought anything of it. Another of the accused was the manager of a private millionaires club, so she code-named him Kid Gleason (manager of Black Sox). The last accused owned a confectionary company and she nicknamed him Comiskey, of course, owner of the Black Sox. Eventually one of the CSI detectives noticed the trend and the case was solved because of the dead girl’s odd obsession with the 1919 Black Sox.
That long-winded recap of the episode is here to illustrate just how stupid I want Morrow to make Sox hitters look tonight.
So, yeah. Let's go Blue Jays!
