My Morning in Exile

In case you don’t read the comments that often, there’s a fantastic Star Wars conversation happening in “And That Happened.” I’m preoccupied with the OSHA violations on the Death Star, Lar worries about whether C-3PO was unfair to R2 when he left him after the escape pod crash-landed, and everyone wants to know whether or not the Jawas were required to give Uncle Owen a replacement mech-droid after R5-D4’s motivator went kaplooie. We’re dealing with a sh*t here.

Omar is out of control.

Dice-K is not too happy with the Red Sox training methods; will soon go back to “paint fence,” “sand floor,” and “wax on, wax off” methods in efforts to regain All-Valley Pitching championship.

Nothing continues to happen in the Roy Halladay sweepstakes, and so many other pitchers have joined the market that my guess is nothing will.

Oh, and Ricciardi’s deadline of tonight for dealing Roy is laughable.

A reader notes that, genius reputation notwithstanding, Theo Epstein has doled out a lot of bad contracts in his day.

Guess who’s back? Back again? Hudson’s back. Tell a friend.

Finally, LaPorta or Marte? Trick question! The Indians could call up both if they weren’t so stupid as to have a 14-man pitching staff.

And yes, I’m well aware of the wrongful death suit that was brought on behalf of the civilian contractors on the unfinished Death Star. I cannot say anything about it substantively at this time, as it has always been my policy not to comment on pending litigation. Suffice it to say, however, that I have pledged to return just compensation on behalf of the families of the victims, and will not rest until the so-called “New Republic” ceases the rather Imperial stance of hiding behind sovereign immunity and makes these families whole.