Apparently, the time for the big pants is now. John Henry’s pulling out the private plane, for chrissakes. And you now how pale he is… and how close those things fly to the sun. Clearly, he means business.

My feeling: If we sign him, great. If we don’t sign him, well that’s great, too. I seem to recall that after the debacle that was the botched A-Rod signing, we bounced back pretty nicely.