Separating fact from fiction, and fiction from meta-fiction.
With just over a week left until Opening Day, we might as well get this out of the way.
Maybe Ozzie Guillen’s forgotten the name and the address of everyone he’s ever known, but that’s nothing compared to thinking Jose Contreras and Bartolo Colon were ready for battle. [Mouthpiece Sports] And hey, you know how I know Jake Peavy is awesome? Because he beat the Royals, that’s how. I even read that in the [...]
Let’s be thankful for the mistake Carlos Quentin didn’t make, as the consequences would have surely been disastrous. [The Beachwood Reporter]
One man can ruin this for everyone, and we all know who that man is.
The best thing to do with Jake Peavy is a resounding “yes.” Just ask someone. Anyone, really. [Mouthpiece Sports]
What do big decisions mean when there are no major consequences? Not much, if you think about it.
With a month to go, the Cubs and Sox are complete opposites doing the exact same thing. [A.V. Chicago]
Eight and a half games back! Team of Destiny, assemble!
Jose Contreras. Anybody remember that guy? He used to work here. Model employee, some might say. [Mouthpiece Sports]
Okay, last time. Seriously. We will never, ever, rail on about what Jake Peavy does and does not mean for the Sox. Ever.
All’s well that landed Wells OR hey, let’s talk about Jake Peavy some more and figure out why this has no choice but to work out splendidly, even if Josh Fogg had the greatest nickname of all time and technically smoked Jake Peavy in that one-game playoff. Whatever. Team of Destiny! [Mouthpiece Sports]
The final piece of the puzzle sits firmly in place, and can now throw a baseball without pain. Team of Destiny, assemble! [The Beachwood Reporter]
. . . and with that, the Jake Peavy era comes to a gentle close.
