Josh Beckett has demanded a trade, unless the Sox make certain changes. This sounds deadly, deadly serious. I know that if I were in Beckett's shoes, I would be asking for a trade too.
More to come on that one.
In other news, if you are (1) the husband of a Senator and (2) going to hire a hooker, please don't do the deed in a town called Big Beaver. Or do, I like to laugh. This one has got, just got, to be fake.
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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