So,here we are again; I just can't help it.
I promised that I wouldn't write any more nasty articles questioning the intelligence or motivations of the Toronto Blue Jays.
I also promised to up the dose of my medication so that I'd stop thinking that MLB was conspiring to get rid of the Blue Jays, a la the Montreal Expos.
That's all done.
After a season filled with uncertainties, egos, and mismanagement from the top to the bottom of the franchise, the Blue Jays looked like they were on the way back to sanity; Ricciardi out, Beeston retained as President & CEO, young Alex Anthopoulos installed in the driver's seat and it looked as though Cito Gaston (after managing to annoy half the clubhouse) was on the way out.
"Thank God," was the consensus. We really didn't want to remember Cito like this, hanging on, grasping at that "last season in the sun", to paraphrase both Crash Davis and Jake Taylor (who? look 'em up, rookie).
Cito had managed...
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