Bobby Valentine is set to become the next manager of my Red Sox, something I am endlessly conflicted about. However, in a great piece of right-place-right-time—courtesy of my sister's Facebook feed—comes this fun tidbit (quoted from her friend's status update):
My brother-in-law, currently in Japan on a business trip, was just in a library next to a familiar looking man. After the guy's phone kept ringing non-stop, he finally picked it up and had a conversation in which he accepted the position as manager of the Red Sox. At which point my brother-in-law realized it was Bobby Valentine, and said "Mr. Valentine, let me be the first to say, go Yankees!"Meanwhile, in a five minute conversation with my father last night I vacillated between complete dejection at the Sox hiring Valentine (who I think is generally an arrogant blowhard more interested in his personal brand than anything else) to talking myself into it maybe being successful to then being ashamed of myself for so quickly acceding. Being a sports fan is hard.
Also, bring back the 'stache. That is BOSS!