Yu Fucker

Less than 12 hours before the Spouse and I fly out to the Dot for X-mas, and we're pretty jacked up to say the least.

Over the last week I had visions of walking out of the baggage carousel into ground zero of screaming sports pages trumpeting the newest Jays Japanese Robo-tech super weapon. An acquisition that would spell certain doom for an aging Yankees lineup next season. A cybernetic, lazer hurling beast who would be the final piece to send us back into Contention.

I mean hell, we even issued new battle fatigues.

But. Apparently nay.

On one hand, a damn shame, seeing as since the last WBC I've seen Darvish as some utterly lethal, yet ultimately composed Chow Yun Fat style Crouching Tiger master.

On the other hand, forking out 51.7 mill US just to talk to someone for 30 days is kind of ridiculous.

Regardless, I'll be sure to sit at the Maniwaki Oaktown HQ kitchen table tomorrow AM and pour over the Globe to see just what the fuck happened.

My initial guess? Yu poo pooed the northern Igloo, in favour of pitching for the Series contending Rangers. Or maybe Nolan was still really pissed about losing the whole thing with one strike left and bet the ranch.

Anyways we'll find out exactly what's what tomorrow right from the showroom floor.