The first clue that my cell towers were intact came right around the trading deadline, approximately a month after my aneurysm. By that time, I had been transferred from the Brigham and Women's Hospital in Boston to the Rehabilitation Hospital of the Cape and the Islands. I was perusing the morning box scores in the Cape Cod Times when I brusquely asked my nurse, "Linda, how did Austin Kearns get to the Nationals?"
Man hasn't lost a step.
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Which does leave one question - how the hell did Austin Kearns get to the Nationals?
Due to the one, brief, fleeting moment of sobriety in Jim Bowden's tenure as GM up here. Which proves nothing if not that Wayne Krivsky is a first-rate gooberhead.
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