(Are we absolutely sure that's not Mike Timlin up there?)
I go away for one week and everything goes to hell.
Hanley, we hardly knew ye. Josh Beckett, um, well, and, er, Mike, uh, Lowell? M'kay. Still digesting that along with approximately eighteen metric tons of Thanksgiving food.
As for the Bruins and the Patriots? Well, that's what I've named those turkeys up there. Seems appropriate.
More later once I dig myself out from underneath the onslaught of work that's accumulated in my absence.