We’re certainly in the doldrums of the offseason, aren’t we? No awards to be given out, no big signings seem to be on the horizon, the WBC is, to me at least, boring, and the Hall of Fame has said its piece. We’re basically adrift, hoping the stores hold up until we make landfall in Florida and Arizona. Personally, I’m going crazy. The manatees look like mermaids. I’m eating sawdust. I’m catching scurvy. Day after day, day after day, we stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.
And stuck we shall remain until the trade winds kick us into spring training. Until then, at least we have good baseball writing. Such as this stuff, today at THT: