The Go Go Sox, and the Hunt for a Sabermetrically Correct Manager...

So, the massive meeting of three storms in the Atlantic is in full swing. Wilma, Alpha, and the nor'easter to be named later are blowing like crazy, and dumping barrels of rain on us. So far none of it seems to be in my basement, which is still a tad damp from the last rain. We'll see.

( So what does the candidate really believe? )

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Finally, speaking of someone getting a little overly carried away, if Ugueth Urbina offers you a job, best to just walk away quickly.