One time in college, I was at a party for hours when my room mate came up to me and whispered, "Hey, there's a hanging booger in your nose and it's been there all night."
I went in the bathroom and blew my nose.
When I got home that night, I looked in the mirror and...it was still there.
That's what this story is like.
I don't even know Erik Bedard but I can't stand him.
Pull the freaking trigger so we can get on with baseball.
I keep thinking, because I am simple and child-like in my optimism, that maybe the Cubs had something to do with all these delays with the deal from Baltimore to Seattle.
And maybe instead of Brian Roberts the Cubs were actually trying to get Bedard, which would make more sense considering Santana in a Met uni.
But now I don't even care BECAUSE I'M SICK OF HEARING ABOUT IT.
And then there's the Rocket.
That story's turned into a Coen Brothers movie with a bad editor.
We'll see how it cuts.
