No, I’m not talking about myself, though “phoneless in Mexico” is actually a fairly accurate metaphor for my situation for the past month or so. We’re all moved into our new house — only twenty minutes from Turner Field! — and the new routine is starting to fall into place, though we still don’t have a couch.
Congratulations to the person who is literally phoneless in Mexico, Frenchy, who won his first Gold Glove this week. Andruw also won one, but who gives a shit, he’s ancient history! And apparently he’s talking with the Nationals, ironically enough, but that’s another story.
So, being phoneless, does Frenchy know that he won the Gold Glove? I kind of suspect he does. I assume he calls Heap at least twice a day (from a complex Mexican pay phone of some sort), and there’s like a 75% chance that Heap would remember to mention it between telling him what he had for dinner and about a really funny thing his dog did that day.
What else has changed since I last posted? No more Rent, which saddens me. What we got for him also saddens me in the lack-of-instant-gratification sense, but who knows, maybe that fellow whose name looks like a really bad Scrabble hand will end up being a solid starting pitcher. We also have a new General Manager. Apparently there is some sort of disaster involving the Orioles in his past, but when the Orioles are involved, I suppose disaster is pretty much the status quo. Just ask Leo.
Oh, and we’re after Glavine. Here’s the love note we passed to him in the press. I don’t really have anything to add to the speculation, but check out this funny picture:
A bow tie! Really! I was hoping this was a shot from Frenchy’s wedding, but it turns out Tommy and his wife were just going to the White House. Booooooring!