I had a thought. Then I remebered what my mother had said when I was a just a young boy. The year, 2002, the place, my kitchen, her words: "That which is both rare and special, should be shared." I was looking at out roster, and for all it's detractions and omissions, there is no denying that Mr. Stoneman has built a club around what he believes is a winning formula. He has almost a full roster of his guys, brought up through his system, playing his style of baseball. For better or worse, our roster will look pretty simialr over the next couple of years, with a firm nucleus of pitching and young hitters has taking shape. I don't want to call it an epiphony, but I realized we looked a lot better than I had previously thought. Stoneman's stubborness is also something that we may come to appreciate as our young core developes, and money is free to buy spare parts. He's a manager of resources, both of talent and cash (thanks to Arte) He's put together, what I think is the best 40-man roster in all of basbeall. Maybe I was wrong about him, there are after all, only so many factors within his control. Blaming him for all the errors, Barts burrito habit, and global warming (which wihtout a doubt exists) was just a long time fans knee-jerk reaction to life as a major market team. A life in which anything but a you-know-what calls for heads to roll. A life led by a major metropolis with lucifor as its owner, and one just to the south, who believes in wichcraft and curses. Fear not my friends, I wil not forget about the Von Hayes, and Shawn Boski's of our past. I will remember '95 and and the Ivanhoe. Remember the Ivanhoe!
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