Joe Beimel and the Technicolor Mullet.

The play Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat has no true tie-in to this post, unfortunately. I just liked how the title sounded and I'm tired of calling him Joe Camel Biemel. So with Joe Torre being the new sheriff in town, and his previous team's rule against most anything remotely unsavory (except for A-Rod's smugness) outlawed in their clubhouse, now we in dodgerland have to deal with the side effects our winning-driven, enforcer-type, no nonsense manager brings with him.

Beimel's mullet might have to go.

I Can't believe I typed that. Say it ain't so, Joe! Say it ain't so, ummm...the other Joe! Say it ain't so both Joes! Can't we look at what happened to Johnny Damon, think about another Joe, G.I. Joe the cartoon show, and observe that once the Yankees robbeed Damon of a similar mullet like do he turned into a pumpkin...and to steal the ending line from the educational afterthought part of the show "And knowing's half the battle!" right?

The dodgers should know when to say when regarding messing up a good thing that you've got. Relievers aren't all that reliable year to year, so messing with the mojo of any middle relievers' superstitions, hairdos, fingernails, facial hair scruffiness, or whatever else that middle reliever happens to think helps him play beyond expectations shouldn't be messed with in the interest of clubhouse order. Yo Joe!