There’s a line from the modern masterpiece of a motion picture, Pixar’s Toy Story 2, that has been on my mind as of late when thinking about the Boston Red Sox’s hunt for a new head of the front office.
Wheezy the penguin, a handsome crooner and wise philosopher, had been unable to yell down to his pals while sitting upon Andy’s top shelf on account of his broken squeaker. It takes an arm injury to Ryan Sheriff Woody for Wheezy’s trials and tribulations to be revealed. While waxing poetically about the delicate nature of a toy’s life, Wheezy offers a rhetorical question.