I spent Sunday putting kids down for naps, watching Hells Kitchen on YouTube, and seeing my Redskins come up JUST short against the Yankees of the NFL, the Dallas Cowboys.
Seems like that 4 year offer from the Yankees for Lowell to play first was a load of horse manure: George's offspring seem content to give 36 year old catchers $52 million, 38 year old closers $45 million, and girlish third basemen $300 million. If you are counting at home, that's over $400 million for 3 players, the youngest being 32 years old.
This is just like 1982 all over again: If the Bronx isn't burning, it will be soon.
I think I'm going to LOVE Steinbrenner, Part Deux.
I was glad to see Mike Lowell at the head of the Disney parade: whether he comes back to Boston or not, he deserved it. By the way, I say he is playing third at Fenway come opening day next season.
That's all I've got tonight: remarkably, Rakes and Trot didn't attempt to burn the house down today, and Ciera spent the day with her friend Taylor. All things considered, it was a quiet day at Casa 'de Ted.
And for that I'm thankful.
'Cause I fully expect Mel Gibsonish Thunderdome tomorrow.
As it should be.