I'm not sure if this is a symptom of the deep rooted problem that has plagued the front office and ownership for years now, or a sound marketing idea. But leave it to the Red Sox to take something as simple as hiring a stadium announcer, to complicate it, and turn it into some long dragged out two year process, involving anyone with vocal chords. With chief clownmaster Dr. Charles Steinberg, who must drive a funny little car, back in the fold, it was a nobrainer that the master manipulator/spinmaster would be in charge of the task of replacing the pragmatic voice of Sherm Feller, and that of raconteur, Carl Bean. With his reference to "American Idol," when the good doctor of clownology referred to the process of hiring a stadium announcer as, "Fenway American Idol," one can only wonder if Ryan Seacrest's voice will soon be heard billowing through the hallowed halls at Yawkey Way?

Oh yeah. The deep rooted problem that has plagued the front office and ownership for years now? Indecision. While that team in New York makes it's fair share of mistakes, A-Rod says hi, they always know what they want, and they always go out and take it. They don't make a game out of it, and you don't read about the possibilities for months on end in the paper before they pull the trigger. But then again, this is the ownership who valued the opinions of Eric Van and Voros McCracken over that of Terry Francona's:
Randy: "Go for it dawg!" Paula: "mmmmummmbbblle." Simon: You Suck.