Don't ask me how I manage to be surprised by trades that, like, the whole universe has known about for months. Apparently, denying the free-agentage of one's Red Sox Boyfriend can only go on so long.
Aw, hell, I guess I'm an Indians fan now.
Edit: Wait a second... I've got 3 red sox icons, featuring Nixon, Varitek and Foulke, all from The Golden Year. Foulke! Crap, I am an Indians fan.
