Grady Sizemore does not know what a Van Meter is.

I bring up Grady Sizemore for many reasons.

First and foremost, I expect to see him in Pawtucket at some point. And that is a realistic statement, not a jerk-ass one.

Secondly, when I was in Cleveland I was tossed a free cap that had Sizemore's name and number on it. Bleagh, right? Thanks for the free hat of some player I give two craps about. But, now! I can wear it and everyone will love me which is really all I've ever wanted.

Thirdly, when I was hanging out in the Bob Feller exhibit in this tiny Iowa town, I was on the phone with a friend of mine back home as I told him about all the stuff in the gift shop. One thing he nearly asked me to purchase for him was a ball signed by G. Sizemore.

Evidently, Sizemore is in great shape and everyone is so happy and Indians fans are sad that he's gone and grossed out by the Boston Red Sox.

All of that sounds like bushwa and I say he's pretty much Daniel Nava at this point.

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