In response to Handy's comments on my criticism of Joe Girardi:

Yes, he was at one point the National League Manager of the Year. It was well deserved, he did a lot with a young, overachieving Marlins team, and it was a shame the way he got run out of town.

However

Managing in the AL is far different than the NL. Many think managing in the NL is much harder, myself included, and it's certainly not too hard to manage that lineup. Not the '27 Yankees, that's for sure, but seriously? ARod, Jeter, Giambi, Abreu (best hitter in the lineup in my opinion), Matsui, Cano, Posada. I mean damn, even Damon has a little left in the tank...

Figure it out Joe, it's certainly not that hard.

The question of the day is this:

Why does every partner I have at work have monkey antics in their arsenal of things they use to try to impress the ladies? To wit:

- As some of you may or may not know I was an employee of the Massachusetts Department of Conservation and Recreation for three summers while in undergrad. One of my esteemed co-workers, Jerry, was world famous for his JMcC Simeon Hour routine on the dock. Walking up and down the dock basically acting like an orangutan. If you know him, ask to see it, I'm sure he's willing to share. Literally kept me in stitches for two whole summers.

- My current partner, BG (name concealed to protect the foolish... or maybe just job prospects), gave us quite a lesson today on how to impress the ladies by acting like a monkey, noises and all. Granted, pretty ladies were involved in this situation here, but really? Monkey is the only card you have to play in this situation? Bad form.

I'm thinking that it must be me who makes my friends this crazy. I mean, does anyone else have this problem?

Didn't think so.