odds n ends
“A toast!” Weaver’s voice booms through the visitor’s clubhouse. “A toast to the birthday boy, the golden child, the savior!”
Weaver is already more than a little bit drunk.
Tomorrow is a day game.
Fuckin’ starters, man.
Zito checks his phone to find a message from Danny Haren laughing nervously and asking if being a free agent is supposed to be this fucking terrifying.