Tito, Terry, Our Manager...Please Take care Of Yourself.....

This from today's Globe, with a comment from me to follow. You know I ALWAYS have something to say.....

"Tito is tired, run down, and battling his own health concerns. The jar of Metamucil on his desk is as much a staple as his computer printouts. His circulation problems -- not to mention his own past heart episode -- are constants. The season has exacted its pound of flesh, but the manager resolutely presses on.
His coaches fret about him. They worry about his heart, his legs, his mind-set. They remind him the lineups he's trotted out recently have been a punchline to a sick joke, but Francona does not see the humor. He only sees the losses building, which leads to more hours poring over numbers, more nights sleeping on the couch in the clubhouse, and more opportunities to collapse from exhaustion."

Peter here. And yes, our manager, under the gun every hour of this up and then down season, is under the most critical inspection. By all of us. Yankee fans, baseball fans, hell, every RSN member. And I hope he takes care of himself. No one is more involved in the everyday, every game, between the lines or in the clubhouse stuff than he. So Tito! I'm talking to you.Yo! Take care of yourself. The bleeding from the gums might be explained, as it was by you, as "one blood thinner pill" too many. But blood thinners are serious stuff. You are the healing and bonding force in the clubhouse. Without you? Well, everything would fall apart. And we need you in the future. So take care. Tito? I mean that. And to all my readers, enjoy this rare day off as we march further into the month of September. When dreams come true. Or when we have to take care of our own. The Royals in 28 hours. Ready? Thanks for being here.You'll never be bored. PROMISE.