Soxy News For a Turkey Day

Well female sisteren, I know you were worried that with the departure of Theo there would be less eye-candy around fenway come spring. I am here to tell you worry no more!

Barring any problems with his physical Josh Beckett will be joining the Red Sox. And Boy can he pitch!
Though he's had his fair share of injury problems he's young and resilliant and is a good add to the staff.
Joining him will be Lowell, a gold glover at third, and Mota, who will be a sharp addition to the bullpen.

Hanley Ramirez, Anibal Sanchez, Jesus Delgado, and Harvey Garcia will be delt to the Marlins in return.

It seems the big pitching deals always get done around Thanksgiving, and with a short list of Free Agents this off-season, one can be assured this move could be one of the biggest factors next season.

In other soxy news, Jim Bowden, GM of the Nationals, was called back for a second interview on Monday. Bowden, a hardworking GM who did unexpected things with the Nationals in an extremely short time is, in many fans eyes, is the best choice fit for the vacancy Theo has left.

The THEOlogy of Life

More than baseball. Its about life. Epstein is my hero right now. A role model for all. He exemplifies how we should live. Passion is never wasted. I don't know who said that to me, but the words have stayed with ever since.

"You have to devote yourself to it completely," said Epstein. "You have to believe in every aspect of it. And in the end, after a long period of reflection about myself and the organization, I decided I could no longer put my whole heart and soul into it."

Part of me, err Epstein, feels like a flag flapping in the wind. The only thing that flag has going for itself is its grounded by that pole it clinches to ever so tight. That pole is its lifeline. That pole is sanity and with all its heart that Flag wants to wave proud standing outright, but the wind is bashing against it.

Epstein and I have this in common, we, for the first time, realize we have to fight that wind, doing so might pull us from the pole a bit, it may make others criticize, but we have to follow our heart, our passion. Passion, love, heart, all of these things, are never wasted. Most people go through life going through the motions. A few people fight it and people like that are the ones who make a difference. As the common quote says

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

This is life. This is where passion is never wasted. Where the man with the most can have the least, and the man with the least can have the most. This is where love comes after us. This is where baseball captures us. This is life.

Serious Depression

Halloween and the Indian Summer have come, but the days of baseball are gone. April cannot come soon enough with the pormise of a new start, without Theo.

Right now my life is void of the 3 hour distraction a day that is Boston Baseball. I actually am finding myself do the unthinkable: studying, doing homework, and research for papers on the Endangered Species Act.

Watching highlight reels, taped games, and Faith Rewarded over and over again just does not fill the hole within my heart. I find myself reading MLB.COM, bostondirtdogs.com and Soxaholix.com like it's my job. I know much more about Mike Timlin's feelings about the White Sox winning than I ever wanted. And, no matter how much I attempt to fill the void with badmitton and post-season discussion it just doesn't work.

Lowie: " I really like sports"
Jackie: "REEAAALLYY? I had NO idea"
Lowie: "Yeah, just thought I should let you know"

I DO like sports, but I love my baseball. I'm addicted to this "game." It's more than just a game to me. Sure, once a week I sit down and enjoy a football game, but it is just not the same as baseball.

For the next few months I will do as all and fill my emptiness with whatever I can. Maybe the next few months will be filled with other passion and inspiration. And between that and the thought of April I'll make it through taking comfort in the thought that Spring Training starts in a mere 120 days.