Hate to say I told you so...

... but obviously I was right, at least in the near term, about the Wily Mo Pena/Bronson Arroyo deal. With David Wells too feeble and stupid to pitch, and Keith Foulke not capable of closing at this juncture, forcing Jonathan Papelbon to close (like the best Sox closer since Lee Smith?), that seven man rotation is now looking like four, and Theo probably has to make a deal.

Who was it who says that you can't have enough pitching? Oh yeah, pretty much everyone. Now that we need a fifth starter, can Theo dial Cincinatti and invoke a "givies backsies" provision?

Given Pena's horrible fielding in right, and Bronson's emergence as a slugger, I'm wondering if the Sox shouldn't have kept Bronson and played him in right as a platoon with Trot against lefties. After all, he's hitting with more consistent power than Pena, and his fielding couldn't be worse.

Of course, if Bronson tails off, and Pena becomes more Barry Bonds (naturally, one would hope) than Pete Incavelia (sp?), Theo will be vindicated. I hope that is the case, as it's no fun being right about stupid deals like Larry Anderson for Jeff Bagwell, Mike Boddicker for Brady Anderson and Curt Schilling, etc.

I Hate Slapstick Comedy...

at least when I'm the object of said comedy.

Over the course of two days, I have:

1) Taken a bottle of Tabasco from someone, not realized they had not tightened the cap, shook it up, and ended up with Tabasco all over my suit jacket, pants, and shirt. My Jerry Garcia tie, which probably would have hid the stain pretty well, was the only thing that escape unscathed.

2) Dropped a glass of single-malt scotch, and while the glass didn't break, and I was only misted by the fine liquor, it made a sound loud enough that it probably could have been heard if the space shuttle was taking off in the same room.

3) Walked directly into a hanging flower pot, which may have given me a concussion, but failed to take me off my feet. Score one for me!

Attn: Northern Virginia/DC Area Bandwagon Fans!

Please exit the George Mason bandwagon slowly and one at a time, so no one gets hurt. You remember what happened last summer when so many of you exited the National's bandwagon at the same time and several people got trampled. Hey, cheer up -- it's almost time to go back to cheering for your new favorite college football team Virginia Tech anyway...