So we hear that The Manager has made his way to Indianapolis, and is interjecting himself into the discussions of who the Jays should take a run at this offseason.
Apparently, The Manager has some love for Milton Bradley, and he supposes that if there is one cool cat who can reach out and find the inner peace in this swirling headcase when all else have failed, it is he, The Manager. Maybe he's right, but we're actually really hoping that he's not going to have the opportunity to stick around long enough to shepherd the Weak through the Tyranny of Evil Men.
We can barely deal with the thought that The Manager is going to have his time with the media today to grunt and grumble while making a handful of irresponsible speculatory statements about his team ("Accardo's in the mix as a starter") and generally throwing the team under the bus ("We probably won't compete for nothing this year, or any year...").
For a guy who we used to defend endlessly, and whose appearances used to get us misty-eyed and nostalgic - we own a bobblehead of him, fer chrissakes! - we have precious little patience left for The Manager.