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I keep reading my post from 3 days ago and wonder just exactly how drunk I was. How the fuck did I hate this trade so much? If being a man means growing a set and knowing when you're wrong then consider me Hercules right here. I mean not only can he play either of the corner infield positions but he fills in for the aging Varitek at his traditional position when his only creaky knees need a break. Oh, and he smacks the shit out of the ball. It's like he's everything we needed. I'm just in shock of how wrong I was. When it rains it pours, I guess. I feel so much like giving up.
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