Greetings from Posadas, Spain, where I just wanted to take a moment to wish y'all the merriest of Christmases. Or if you're Jewish, the Kkkhhhhappiest of Ckhhckhhanukas, or if you're celebrating Kwanzaa, Atheism, Satanism -- hey, as long as you're an A's fan I wish you a happy one!
Happy 56th birthday, Rickey Henderson. Happy 84th birthday, dad. And of course, there's someone well known who is turning 2,047 today -- yeah, I didn't even realize that Jamie Moyer was born on this date!
He's making a list and checking it twice. He watches you when you're sleeping. He's coming down the chimney into your house. Yes, it's that special day when an OCD pervert breaking and entering is socially acceptable. Look at all the presents under the tree ... Is it a corner outfielder with power? Is it an every day second baseman? Or is it yet another hand knit sweater from Aunt Bertha that fits only her and Rhode Island?
So as Cindi stirs her "Homemade Figgy Pudding with Brandi" while Brandi texts Sandi and really doesn't help at all, let me emphasize that Cindi's figgy pudding is, quite literally, to die for. I wish you and yours the happiest of holidays and the frowniest of Hollidays. Be safe, be warm, and most of all don't you dare be sober.