Foulke to the Indians, and more power to him.
I didn't write anything when the Sox didn't take their option, and I didn't write anything when he didn't take his. Nor did I write anything when he filed for free agency or when the rumors about the Indians began to swirl. I guess I was waiting for there to be official confirmation he's in a new home, back out in the Midwest, which is where he had his first success (in Chicago). As Allen put it at Over the Monster, "the Indians...seem just about set to pick up a guy who's entirely qualified and due for a rebound year." And I hope it happens. Not so I can tell anyone "I told you so" but because I think Foulke deserves more moments in the sun.
I won't repeat myself. Everyone who's read this blog for longer than twenty minutes knows what I think about Foulke's tenure in Boston, his role in the World Series, and whose side I come down on post-World Series.
And I won't mope any more after this. I root for the laundry, and just yesterday I saw Jonathan Papelbon moose-hunting on NESN--I'm still rooted here for so many reasons I'm not even going to unrealistically expect myself to keep track of Foulke once next season gets into full swing and we're finding out what we've got with Matsuzaka and Papelbon in the rotation, etc. Just typing that makes me squirm around in my seat wanting it all to start now.
But right now it's a quiet moment in December. It's finally just started to get really cold around here for longer than a day at a time, a reminder that there's still the NFL playoffs and most likely several dozen feet of snow and all the slush and ice of January and early February to go before we can really get into the 2007 Red Sox. Right now I'm watching the man who once made all the difference walk on to greener pastures, and even though it's right, for me, it still stings.