Marcum's Journal: March 19th, 2009

As our transition into fighting by air for the right to party grows and evolves, one thing will always remain constant: Shaun Fucking Marcum. A man, a warrior, a patriot. Shaun is a red blooded Canadian, awash with the pride of a thousand communist nations. With a careful eye, he can be seen prowling the night, watching over these unwelcome Yankee oppressors, making sure they don't overstep their bounds.

But who watches him, you ask? OJBO, of course.

Here are his words.

1 Blue Jay Way: Grit, hustle strewn across field. Smells of infield fly. Overbay stands on first. Hot dog man chokes a child.

Was offered Dominican love and Puerto Rican love...

...But not Canadian love. Canadian love- like Ernie Whitt on glass tables. They don't make it anymore.

Thought about Barajas's call for slider on 0-2 on way back to mound. Could all be wrong. Could all be part of misjudged call, planned during his decade behind American plates. But if right, then what? Victorino won't swing. Is it Victorino? Puzzling reference to an island. Also to Aaron Hill. Might man on first be stealing in some way? Hate interleague Spring Training.

So many questions. Never mind, pick off throw good. Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless.

Not while there's Canada.