So far, every picture of Sean Casey I've seen coming out of Spring Training, the guy is doing one of two things; smiling or talking. On a team full of guys who lead the league in man hugs, handshakes, and characters, the more I see of Casey, the more I think Theo is a genius.
Here you've got a guy who fits in seamlessly with the rest of the oddballs that make up the Red Sox, and I can GUARANTEE you won't hear one word about him complaining about a lack of playing time.
Imagining him sitting next to The Large Father on the bench and yukking it up, I've gotta think Remy and Orsillo are gonna have an inordinate amount of gigglefests this coming year.
On another note, carrying Rakes upstairs to bed every night has turned into some sort of stand up routine; one night he's telling me about what bodily function he just had, the next he's rambling on about lightsabers, gunships, and what Alex did at play school that day.
Tonight was a first. As I held him in my arms and headed toward his room, he blurts out this:
SAVE THE WIENERS, DAD!
And yes, I have NO idea what he meant.
Frankly, I'm not too sure I wanna know.
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