Sweet, Sweet Honeycombs
Buried amongst random tidbits in a recent Extra Bases roundup is a mystery I think we all need to get to the bottom of right away:
The Sox seem to have moved here quickly and efficiently. Cardboard boxes rested on the shelves of several lockers; poor Wes Littleton still had two duffel bags with the Texas Rangers logo on them. (The Sox acquired Littleton from Texas this offseason.) One player, curiously, had a family-sized box of Honey Comb cereal perched on his top shelf. A lot of other Red Sox chose the more-traditional omelet station in the clubhouse for breakfast.
Who could it be? Who is masquerading as a mere ballplayer, when really they are naught but a raging fiend for the sugary delights of Honey Combs cereal? (especially when everyone knows Captain Crunch is a far superior breakfast food.)
Me. Want. HONEYCOMBS.
The secret strength of “that scrappy little guy” is discovered.
Perahps its a parting joke from our cereal-like buddy Coco Crisp?
Hmmm. I say Jacoby. How else does he get that fast but a serious sugar rush?
It’s Lowrie. I’m convinced. And he brought a family size because his mother told him it would be nice to share with “the other boys.”
@kim: YES. This.