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I made the mistake of treating my body like it was still 25 while watching last night's (amateurish) Washington-Dallas game. This is not a pleasant morning. But I have a tonic:
Ellsbury is an MVP candidate, and has tried his best to carry the Sox during their September of Misery. When that guy looks defeated? Done-zo.
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It was the strain of playing next to Crawford this year that finally broke him.
the Sox are talking about trading Crawford and a couple of prospects for Carlos Zambrano or A J Burnett.
09/29/2011 at 09:16 PM
I think that the Cubs should make the trade for Crawford it would give the chance to have an interesting left-field platoon with Crawford and Soriano.
The Cubs are still deciding whether to add Crawford's contract or use the money to buy an F-35.
09/29/2011 at 10:51 PM
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