Let's read too much into one press conference

It's probably wrong of us to look at yesterday's presser and confer meaning onto Scott Rolen's yuks-per-minute quotient. But we'll do it anyways.

There's something in Rolen's tone which seems to balance his commitment to winning along with a sense of levity, and that's something that the old third baseman didn't have. Glaus was a batting helmet chucker who shouted expletives most every time he wailed and wiffed with men on. We got the message: Troy Boy was INTENSE. He CARED. Didn't you see and hear it?

We got caught up last year in the whole idea that the Jays locker room was too loose (as though we even had a clue what we were talking about.) Who knows, maybe Rolen will be the lead goofball soldier, manning the Nerf dart gun into battle with aplomb. On the other hand, maybe he'll be the guy who can turn to the jokers in the locker room and say "You guys are having an awful lot of fun for a team in third place."

Maybe he'll punch out one of those racing chili peppers while he's at it.

Or maybe it doesn't even matter. But it's January, and we need to believe in something.