I finished my Christmas shopping weeks ago, making today a Festivus miracle of sorts. Countless sufferers at this hour are spending thousands of dollars tidying up their lists, looking for bargains in retail’s annual inventory blowout spectacular. Me? I’m sipping eggnog out of my official Wally World Christmas Moose Cup, wondering why the heck Jed Hoyer continues to settle on 83-ish wins rather than the 90 he continually promises. Perhaps it’s truculent pride, abject cynicism, or an extra shot of bourbon in my nog, but even on Hoyer’s Old Navy budget, finding seven wins shouldn’t be that difficult.
Acquiring Kyle Tucker was a nice start.