Blue Christmas

In spring training last year, I said the Dodgers would go as far as Rafael Furcal takes them. Fortunately, Manny picked up the slack and then some. With an infield intact, at a relatively low price (under $50 million), Ned Colletti, please don’t pull a “Dave Goltz” on a Randy Wolf (been there) or a Hall of Fame reliever (Hoffman) who has a questionable amount left in the tank.

Last on my Christmas list are two important presents. Please convince Nomar to give it another year in whatever capacity Joe Torre decides, and, oh yeah, that other guy . . . for my stocking.

Duane Mitchell

Escondido

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Perhaps the Emperor Boras might arrange for Crown Prince Ramirez to play in the far-away Land of Greed, where there are no factory workers worried about where their next paycheck will come from and everyone there no longer has to live with the dissatisfaction of playing baseball for a mere $25 million a year. Where there is always more and more and more and every mirror reflects back a diamond glass image of perfection in a uniform and there is no room for commoners or kids in the center field seats.

Are today’s athletes so far out of touch? Where have they gone, Joe DiMaggio? The answer is forthcoming.

Jeff Miller

Los Angeles

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Gas is down and so is Manny.

Ken Newman

Sherman Oaks

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What do Dick Cheney, Darth Vader and Scott Boras all have in common?

In the spirit of Christmas, you may come up with your own answer.

Ralph S. Brax

Lancaster