Greetings and salutations, y'all.  Sorry for my absence over the past week.  I recently said I was going to try to make my posts more positive (because really, who likes a constant complainer?), and I haven't felt terribly positive lately and didn't feel all that great either, so didn't bother to post.  Right now, however, I'm feeling okay because I had a big dish of pasta with shrimp for dinner and got some housecleaning done today so feel a little less stuck than I have this week.
 

Okay, I'll shut up now.  My next entry will be a gratuitous music post.  Thanks for reading my blathering.
 

Today has not gone as originally planned. 

I first saw the rumor earlier this morning on the Red Sox board on AOL, of all places.  Something about a radio station in Kansas City.  Nothing came up on a Google search, so I shot Ian an e-mail to ask him what he knew, then went back to bed to rest my leg.  Was having a grand time watching reggaeton videos and after awhile, LJ addict that I am, I had to log in again.  I read the comments to my most recent entry and I knew.  Checked my e-mail and my suspicions were confirmed by Ian.  And of course I've checked some of the major media, with no doubt more of that to come as the news spreads.

I haven't really processed this yet but I know as soon as it really hits me, my heart will be hurting even worse than my ankle.  Why the hell do all my baseball boyfriends get gone?  That's two already since I became a Sox fan, with the third no doubt to follow soon.  Coco love aside, wouldn't it have made sense to have a known quantity, and a very good one at that, as our fourth outfielder if they planned to give center field to Jacoby?

I hope this season brings Coco a career year that makes our front office regret this move.  See, now I'm getting angry.  What part of the five stages of grief is that?

Does this mean that I have to change my default icon and get rid of all my Coco icons?  They (and he) are so adorable that I can hardly bear that thought...

Now I'm extra glad that I stayed home from work today.  It would have been July 31 all over again.  I wouldn't have gotten a damn thing done for all the angsting and checking on line.  And just so it's clear...this is so much worse than July 31.

:::sigh:::