Getting closer to a decent poker hand.

Now that the Twins have locked up Sanchez (to a major league deal, no less!), I think we can call this offseason a wrap, right?

Welcome to the Year of the Dog, my friends.

Once again, Bert will do about half the games. Then, we get 24 a piece from Smalley and Blackjack, 12 each from LaTroy and ii, and 6 visits from the Mountie! And of course the Duke reigns over all.

Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I’ll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise

Doth ask a drink divine;

But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,

I would not change for thine.

 
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

Not so much honouring thee

As giving it a hope, that there

It could not withered be.

But thou thereon didst only breathe,

And sent’st it back to me;

Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

Not of itself, but thee.