Good news, bad news: Ben Sheets's contract with the Rangers has apparently fallen through, Sheets's elbow has apparently fallen off. It's reassuring, honestly, to know that Mozeliak and co. were—again, apparently—acting rationally this entire time. This is the end of one of those Three's Company episodes where Jack thinks Chrissy is about to join a cult or kill somebody because of something he heard through the kitchen door, when she is in fact trying to make him a birthday cake. Our long, national nightmare is, if not over, at least cast in a more pleasant light.
Viva El Birdos
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