The Joes are Messing with My MLB Equilibrium
By Cecilio's Scribe on Feb 16, 2008 with Comments 0
You ever have those moments where something that you’d heard about a lot, but never felt real for some reason, comes to life in shocking clarity for the first time? Sort of like when you hear about the struggling market, pundits talking about recession or what-not and you sort of just keep shrugging it all off…until one day you decide to go online and check out your 401K and suddenly it’s like “holy sh*t, how the hell did this happen?” Well, that’s what just occurred with me and Joe Torre and Joe Girardi — big time.
Sure, we’re huge baseball fans, and we’ve known about the changes for months just like everyone else. But until today, until we clicked to MLB.com and saw the image of Torre himself observing the Dodgers proceedings with that trademark pensive (empty?) stare, it was fantasy. Same with Girardi. Immediately after reading up on Joe Hollywood, we perused a bit more until we stumbled upon the second “lead” story on Joey G. bringing his “own style” to the Bronx Bombers.
That’s approximately when the “wait a second…there’s a new manager of the New York Yankees?” “Joe Torre is in Los Angeles?” moment happened. Don’t get me wrong,we know it’s old hat. But we’re still trying to reconcile the reality. We’re not sure what seems stranger. The fact that Joe Torre is the manager of the Los Angeles Dodgers…or the fact that someone other than Joe Torre is skipper for the Yanks. We think B…
Well, back to the new reality. The Legend team is starting to get excited for baseball again, by the way. Stay tuned.
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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.


