Hey kids! Happy New Year and New Decade! Didja miss us? Really, we didn't figure that we'd take that long of a break from blogging and amusing you, but it is amazing how many menial tasks Mrs. Tao could find for us to do around our new house. Apparently, all those boxes won't unpack themselves.
(And once again, many thanks are due to The Ack for keeping the content fresh around these parts in our prolonged absence.)
We really wish there was more to write about on our first morning back, but the past couple of weeks have offered us little to discuss other than decade retrospectives and a shit-tonne of emails about Murray Chass' disdain for poorly written press releases. (We'll spare you our thoughts on both.)
Alas, for today, you'll have to settle for a bit of a link dump.
Alex the Ant gets another backrub from the Toronto press corps: Okay, so I like Cathal Kelly as well, and I enjoy his slightly different take on the Jays' new GM. Reading the couple of paragraphs, I'd anticipate Alex's first coronary episode to come some time before the All Star Break. (Pace yourself, young man!) But really, I just want to get past the honeymoon stage, because this whole love-in with Antholpoulos is getting a little off-putting. Like PDA's on public transit.
Something about the Eternal Building Process from a Baltimore perspective: Someone on MASN's site draws comparisons between the Jays and Orioles' rebuilding. Which scares the crap out of us. (We're nothing like them! We hope and pray!)
Let Edwin Encarnacion be a cautionary tale: We used to live across the street from a convenience store that sold fireworks, and generally they'd be sold to drunken idiots at 2 AM on a weekend night, who would proceed to light those fuckers up and shoot them at one another or at the side of our building. So when we heard that EE took one in the face (and there's a fielding/reaction time joke in there somewhere), we sincerely hoped that it would serve as a warning to the rest of the nimrods out there who play fast and loose with pyrotechnics. But then again, if all of you idiots would like to kill and maim one another with your stupidity and your caveman-like fascination for bright and burning things, then have at it.
(Hey, when did we get so frickin' grumpy?)