Here's to you, Future Manager

Good Riddance John Farrell (2011-2012)

The news officially dropped late last night. John Farrell has returned to become the manager of the Boston Red Sox. If current rumours are to be believed, Adam Lind (and his 5 Million dollar price tag) will be going along. Mike Aviles, a middle infielder with good potential, a sorry OBP and a low strike out ratio, will be heading to Toronto.

I can't say I'm surprised. There was too much smoke not to be a fire. And the news that Farrell tried to have Omar Vizquel (the fan favorite) released in July was the final drop in the smear bucket. John Farrell was heading out of town, the only question was, what could Alex get for him?

I'll wait for the official compensation news to reach me, until I pass judgement on that. I can only say, I'm happy he's gone. The rumours and statements coming out of the clubhouse by Vizquel, Janssen, Frasor, Snider, Cecil ect., were too plentiful to ignore. Something was wrong in there, and its had a lot to do with Farrell. Can new blood unite this team and get some wins?

And of course, now the speculation starts. Who will be the next manager for the Jays? Alomar Jr, Butterfield, Acta, Hale, Martinez, Wakamatsu have all been thrown around by press and fan alike.

Well Future Manager, I pondered it while listening to Simon and Garfunkle's 'Mrs. Robinson' and this is what I have to say to you:

And here’s to you future manager,

The fans will you love you more than you know (wo, wo, wo)

Baseball bless you please, future manager

The Jays hold a place for those who came to play

(hey, hey, hey… hey, hey, hey)

We’d like to know a little but about you for our files

We’d like to help you learn to help yourself

Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes

Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here’s to you future manager,

The fans will you love you more than you know (wo, wo, wo)

Baseball bless you please, future manager

The Jays hold a place for those who came to play

(hey, hey, hey… hey, hey, hey)

Hide your biases in a place where no one ever goes

Leave it in your locker when you become a Jay

It’s a little secret, learned from the Farrell Way

Most of all, you’ve got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo Future Manager,

The fans will love you more than you know (wo, wo, wo)

Baseball bless you please, Future Manager

The Jays hold a play for those who came to play

(hey, hey, hey … hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on the bench 165 games

Going to the pitcher’s mound

Laugh about it, shout about it

When you’ve got to choose

Every way you look at it, you can’t lose

Where have you gone, post season baseball?

The Jays  turns their lonely eyes to you (woo, woo, woo)

What’s that you say, Future Manager?

The Jays are up and ready to play

(hey, hey, hey … hey, hey, hey)