But first, my nightly fire update. More planes dropped water on Montecito/Santa Barbara today. Actually, it’s not water. It’s some sort of chemical.
The winds have stayed calm, which means I’m still safe in my house blogging as opposed to being stuck in a Red Cross shelter. Jeff Bridges wasn’t so lucky with his house, which burned to the ground. Same for the house of Christopher Lloyd (the actor from “Back to the Future”). I can’t really go outside because the air is full of gross particles and I’m supposed to wear one of these.
(The protective mask, not the zippered sweatshirt.)
Despite the toxic air, I consider myself very blessed. South of here, near L.A., they’re getting hit with the kind of hurricane-force winds and raging, out-of-control fires we had Thursday night. Just awful to contemplate.
So I’ll move on to another topic, which is the departure of Darrell Rasner.
According to ESPN, the Yankees sold the rights to Darrell (can you really sell the rights to a person?) for $1 million.
The recipient of all these bills are the Golden Eagles of Japan’s Pacific League.
I don’t read Japanese either, but it probably says, “Let’s go Eagles!” Apparently, Darrell wanted to play in the Land of the Rising Sun and asked Cashman to facilitate the deal. So now he’ll be heading to the mound with this on his head.
Not as cool as the interlocking N-Y, but not a bad logo, all things considered. The Golden Eagles are based in a city called Sendai in northwest Japan.
And while Sendai doesn’t have the excitement of Manhattan, it does have something called the Tanabata Festival, which is probably similar to the Puerto Rican day parade down Fifth Avenue.
And you’ll never guess the name of the stadium where Darrell will be working.
It’s called the Kleenex Miyagi Stadium. No kidding.
And people say there’s no crying in baseball.
Anyhow, I’d like to wish Darrell and his family well in their new country. He wasn’t the greatest Yankee who ever lived, but he came up from Triple A last year and pitched respectably for awhile. He was sort of the 2007 version of Aaron Small.
Only without the 10 straight wins.
Farewell, Darrell. And thanks for the beautiful semi-sweet memories.