pulling double-duty

You may or may not have noticed that I've been lured by one of the web's more attractive siren calls to multiple identities. A new blog has been started up by yours truly, with a mission, and the truth is I hope it doesn't need to be functional for too long.

You see, in the days of my youth I was taught what it is to be a man. Also, I latched onto my dad's rooting interests in my favorite sport, baseball, which providentially brought me the only sports championship for a team I've ever really cared about in the Toronto Blue Jays. Sad thing is, we're a far cry from the times of Molitor, Devon White, Dave Stieb, and C&C Music Factory. We're not even battling for second place these days, our gaze fixed upward upon the Tampa Bay Devil Rays, they who are searching for their first .500+ record.

I witnessed the events that set in motion John Gibbons' debut as interim and now manager three seasons ago at Yankee Stadium. Pat Hentgen got rocked into retirement and Carlos Tosca, no great shakes himself, joined the unceremonious ranks of ex-Jays managers. Most mid-season replacements arrive in tenuous circumstances, but I could tell a few years ago that there was little to recommend Gibbons for a secure job at the helm of Toronto baseball.

Three years later, I've not been proven wrong and it saddens and angers me, and most of all bores me to tears. So, my crusade: firegibbons.blogspot.com. Join it while the pitchforks are hot.