*Image courtesy of Kelly O' and www.sittingstill.net* (I think)
After weeks of contract talks between The Commander and Red Sox brass, talks about the talks, and me making Rakes promise he'll name his first child Beckett, no matter what his wife says about it, the Sox are making it official at 3:00 pm today.
4 more years for the small sum of $68 million dollars.
Last nights 4 2/3 innings and 5 runs notwithstanding, I'm positively giddy. The pitching staff for the next few years is stacked with Beckett, Lackey, Lester, Buchholz and Daisuke under Sox control. Plus it took off the FA market one of the top 3 pitchers available next season, which means the Steinbrenner boys are going to have to find someone else to throw a bucket full of money at. (How YOU doin', Carl Crawford?)
Personally, I can think of nothing better than watching Beckett stomp and snarl around the pitchers mound over the next 4 years, cursing at himself, the umps, other players, and the guy selling beer behind home plate whose just a little too full of himself. Plus it makes my friend Tex happy too.
I just hope Rakes and Trot don't figure out how to read lips during the remainder of his time in Boston.
'Cause I'm not sure how I'd explain that to their Sunday School teachers.