You Are Dead To Me!

The feel good story of the 2008 baseball season may end up leaving a bitter aftertaste in the mouths of Rays fans everywhere. Rocco Baldelli, who has been the face of the franchise for many years, has signed a one year contract with the Boston Red Sox Sux. Blasphemy.

Not the sort of news I enjoy coming home to.

What makes this incredible to me is the amount of time the organization gave to Rocco to overcome injury (some inappropriately inflicted during the offseason) and for him to stage a comeback after being (mis)diagnosed with a mitochondrial disorder. In the 2+ seasons prior to the back half of the 2008 season, Rocco had played next to nothing, being a regular on the 60 day DL list and on injured reserve.

Clearly this is a frustrating situation to be in as a player. No matter what team you are on, even if it was the Tampa Bay Devil Rays, most professionals want to play. I don’t want to take anything away from Baldelli’s accomplishments as a member of our ball club. He was many times the sole reason to drive across the bay and watch the team play in that sarcophagus of a stadium (before current renovations).

I’m not sure how I should judge this. Of course, it initially comes across as a slap in the face to the efforts of the Rays organization to keep him in the game and to provide him hopeful support. Then again, could it be that someone in the front office really messed up? Or perhaps this was to be expected when Rocco filed for free agency after the season. Did we not up the ante when it came down to it? I definitely think the chance to play closer to where he grew up was a huge factor as well. I can’t help but think that the signing of Pat Burrell only expedited the process.

Nevertheless, we will miss you Rocco. You will always be remembered as a legendary Ray, and as an essential part of the eventual success of the franchise.

I’ll try not to boo too hard when they announce your name when you visit the Trop.

The Truth About Your Heart

“Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream-world into reality.”

– Henry David Thoreau

Whenever I see it’s you, my heart skips a beat. I run to the phone to answer. And it’s all smiles from there. Sometimes we talk until we are too exhausted to open our eyes, to move our lips, to even think.

But sometimes, we don’t even know where to begin to tell each other anything at all. Your presence is enough for me. As frustrated as I get. The words always come.

It’s you who make me this way… like no one else can. Only you can make me feel so dumbstruck, so just utterly ridiculous! I have no control when it comes to you.

I’m hopelessly addicted. Is there a gum I can chew? Or am I left to face a lifetime of dependence on you? You wouldn’t have it any other way, of course.

I want to give you your space and your own time… but it’s so hard. It’s so hard when minutes on a phone are all we can have instead of dinner.

I’ve always had a hard time sharing anyway.

While on nights like tonight we might not talk, I’m always blessed by Love’s silent call- which only causes me to miss you even more.

I hope I get the chance to see your call on the other line so that i can switch over. 🙂