"Buy any outfielders lately?"

I have to say that there is an aid that works in the building who is from Wellesley that I hate, and I do not use the turn loosely.  Here is someone who has successfully found a way to irk me and get under my skin.  

When he found out I was from New York, the Joe Torre book had just come out and he would ask me about that.  I was reading it around the same time as he was, so our conversations were pretty civil and centered around the book.  Things turned sour in the months of May and June.  The former coffee table in the living room can attest to that. 

When the Yanks could not buy a win against the Sox this spring, he was there busting my chops.  If he wasn't such a douche bag, it probably would not have fazed me so much.  I am not quite sure, but my bet is the last athletic things this guy did was a wiffle ball game in college with his other fagola friends.  

When he commented on another Yankee loss last spring, I kindly told him that he was wearing women pants and walked out of my cafeteria duty. Not the most professional thing to do in the work place, but what is done is done.  Turns out they were not for women, but for preppy douches. 

When the Yanks won the World Series, he was subbing in for someone and asked if I was feeling pretty good.  "Probably as good as you did when you found a cheat code for Rock Band asshole"  Ok, I left out the asshole part, but the first part is true.  

When the Yanks signed Granderson, He made that comment to me in the hallway.   I will be honest, he looked legitimately disappointed when he said it.  Like he was in a class that was being punished but he didn't make fart noised behind the subs back.   I told him that I was pretty shocked by it, and that was the way the game worked.  If he didn't like it, don't watch.  He shook his head at me, and sulked off.

   For the last few weeks, the press hear having been sounding the alarms about the Sox and the Pats making awful front office moves. Everyday I looked forward to reading the Globe, and  it was some of the best radio that I could have been listening to.  The sound of New Englanders whining was music to my ears. 

All that gloom and doom talk seems to be gone now.  Hideki Matsui is now on the Angels, and there is a chance that Chien Ming Wang will not be back next year.  The Red Sox has made a move in the arms race against the Yankees by signing John Lackey.  Up here in Boston, the same people who were calling for Theo's head on a platter, are once again singing his praises.  

I guess thats how it works in sport, one minute your being recommended for special ed, the next your on the honor roll.