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Winter Meetings Review

But we've got known in Britain for making the smaller films, you know. Recently, we've been pulling out of that into the more "Trainspotting" area, but the smaller films, they're kind of "a room with a view with a staircase and a pond"-type movies. Films with very fine acting, but the drama is rather sort of subsued and - subsumed or - a word like that. Sub- something or another. You know, just folded in and everything's people opening doors.

"Oh, I'm - oh, what? Well, I've - oh."

"What is it, Sebastian? I'm arranging matches."

"Well, I - I thought you - ... I'd better go."

"Yes, I think you'd better had."

Hope you enjoyed that excerpt from Eddie Izzard's stand-up Dress to Kill.  That's kind of how the Winter Meetings felt, wasn't it?  A lot of expectations that, once you cut through the palpable tension, really amounted to jack squat.  That's how LEN III felt sitting in the lobby for three days, looking at La Velle's blog you kind of have to feel for the guy.  Someone here described the winter meetings as, "four days where good journalism goes out the window.''  That's a tough spot to be in.

In the end, lots of names and teams were bantered around, but there was actually very little fruition in regards to things actually happening.  Chris Basak was booted from the 40-man, and....and...litering and...litering and...

So for now, Johan Santana is still a Minnesota Twin.  I'm okay with that, because Johan is the balls.  So is Joe Nathan, who sounds confident that he'll be our closer on opening day.  And that's not a bad thing, because he's pretty good.

Life goes on in Minnesota and for the Twins.  No doubt things will continue to sift and settle after the GM's all board planes and jet back to their respective offices, but for the rest of the day things should probably be relatively quiet.  (Am I trying to jinx the quiet...maybe.)

It's snowing again in Minneapolis.  Drive carefully.