Randy Ruiz is so fucking close to freedom he can almost taste it. Brian Dopirak? Talk to me in ten years, it's Ruiz o'clock all over this motherfucker.
Unfortunately, due to Clarence's involvement, this victory for Randy Ruiz likely qualifies as Pyrrhic. His lifetime of toil should net him a nice spot nailed to the end of the Blue Jays bench. This is The Manager's show, after all. Ruiz might squeeze in some tidy ABs against the Jon Lesters and David Prices of the world, but our hopes should not rise too high.
But then again, let them rise. I'm not one for sappiness, but Randy Ruiz on the Opening Day roster of a major league ball club (even the Jays!) is a triumph for the little guys and the fat guys. The old guys and the slow guys. More than anything, it's a triumph of the clear-eyed future of the Blue Jays.
The Jays don't care about his pedigree or his spotty drug record, they'll let him fill a gap all the same. He may not be any great shakes with the glove, but they'll run him out there and get the most out of his divine bat.
So let's put it to a poll: just how much action might Randy Ruiz see this season with the big club? Offer your