Well, this whole Nomar thing has gotten beyond ugly.

First there was the interview Larry Lucchino had about his phone conversation with Nomar after the trade. Lucchino claims that when he asked Nomar how his ankle was, Nomar said, “Well, it feels better now.” Nomar claims he was being sarcastic.

Then we had a lot of back and forth over who said what to whom about the extent of Nomar’s injury. The Sox claimed that Nomar said that he’d have to take more time off in August, including a potential trip to the disabled list. Nomar says no, that’s not what he said. He would just have to take a few days off here and there. Whatever was said, it appears that the teams understanding that Nomar would be missing a lot of games caused Theo to pull the trigger on the trade.

The rumor mill really got out of control yesterday. There were reports that Nomar’s Achilles tendon injury wasn’t baseball related, but happened as a result of playing soccer. Nomar playing soccer may or may not be prohibited by his contract; no one seems to know. Of course, “unnamed sources” came up with this one. So then the speculation starts about whether Nomar lied about the source of his injury and whether the Sox knew about it and conspired to hush it up.

This has gotten beyond crazy. Nomar’s gone, folks. If you have some hard evidence, or information from people who are willing to reveal their identities, let me know. Otherwise, lets focus on a team that still has a decent shot of making the post-season (they’re still only 1 and 1/2 game out of the wild card this morning).

Nomar’s a Cub now, and given the events of the last week, I bet he’s real happy about it.

We’re off to Vermont in a week to take our last vacation at the house. Part of this will be to clean out the place prior to the sale in September. Pretty much everything will be gone except the furniture when we leave. I’ll be going back in mid-September to meet a charitable organization that will be taking the bulk of the furniture. I’m not looking forward to saying goodbye.

The kids last day of camp is today, and they’re both pretty upset about it. They each spent six weeks at day camp this summer, and they both had a great time. They each went to different camps this year, but the logistics of picking them up in two different places became a bit much to handle. J will move over to R’s camp next summer. He occasionally complains that he doesn’t want to go to the other camp, but I’m sure he’ll forget that by next summer.

We still have yet to make it to the beach this summer. Both the days we tried to go were not beach days, and we’re tied up this weekend. Then we’re off to Vermont the next two weekends. Unless we get a good, hot day at the end of August it’s not looking like we’re going to make it this year.