Ease...

There is a lot going on in the House of Lou's these days. I feel like there are bad managers all over this frost-bitten city.

The Roberts trade has dragged out so long that every clown walking the streets of Baltimore knows that Donald Veal has a high ceiling of being the next Dontrelle Willis and a low ceiling of a shoulder injury on any given pitch.

The Felix Pie Project has also taken some interesting turns. A month ago, in the short-sighted aspiration of 2008, everyone wanted him to become a Kenny Lofton-type player. From the retired corporates out golfing in Arizona to the bratwurst-sucking garbage man, we were screaming for him to shorten his swing. Then to our surprise, even though they've been ramming his five-tool potential (sounds like a porn) down our throats (and the porn continues), he hits a couple of early season jacks. (To keep this porno theme going) I will take his streaky, inconsistent, long bat swinging over some slow balls this season... as long as he is playing well on the grass in between the limbs... uh um, lines.

Okay, I agree. Enough.

Once the pen shakes out we'll take a look at that. Until then, keep up the good work Woody! I'd love to see you closing!

Seacrest, out.