"O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" These wonderful words written by Lewis Carroll sum up my emotions about the most important move of the offseason, fellow sports fans. This is a move that does not involve a player, but rather details the decision of a lifetime .219 hitter to stay with his current team, the Oakland Athletics. Yes, Billy Beane, General Manager of Oakland, not to be confused with former Major Leaguer Billy Bean, who was one of one two players to ever come out of the closet, has decided to forgo the generous offer made by the Boston Red Sox and instead will remain with the A's.

"John Henry and the Red Sox were great to me. They were willing to pay me more money than I could believe. But it's more than money, I've never been about money. I made one decision based on money in my life - when I signed with the Mets rather than go to Stanford - and I promised I'd never do it again," Beane said, when asked to comment on the move.

It is truly amazing to see an event such as this in professional sports, where one man turned down six times the salary and the chance to work for a club with almost unlimited resources, so that he could instead lead a rag-tag bunch of veterans, and youngsters, some of whom only recently gained their legal right to drink - not that being under 21 has ever stopped anyone.

Why is Beane's choice so important to the baseball landscape? Simple: He is the greatest General Manager (GM) in the history of baseball. No other GM has ever so successfully combined knowledge of player scouting, talent evaluation and, most importantly, analysis of statistical data. The A's have made the playoffs every year since 1999, with a combined payroll over the last four seasons that was less than the Yankees' 2002 payroll.

Beane is influential because he shows the idiot journalists who whine about competitive imbalance that it is not all about money, and that talent and intelligence reign supreme. Every day his team spends at first place is a day where he spits in the proverbial face of Bud Selig, the two-faced, insincere, sorry excuse for a Major League commissioner who has no business taking up the same space as honest, decent human beings.

I will be honest with you: I have been a Yankees fan for as long as I wish to remember, because if I could remember a time when I was not a Yankees fan, I would immediately try to forget about it. Often times, my spirits rose and fell with the wins and losses of my team. Insignificant players like Spike Owen, Mike Gallego and Chad "The Proselytizing Evangelist" Curtis became heroes to me, symbols of Joe Everyman and representative of the small triumphs and setbacks we all experience.

However, over the last couple of years, something strange has been happening to me (other than puberty). I find myself looking at the box score of every Oakland game, hoping to see the Athletics put another one in the W column. I watch "Baseball Tonight" (on mute of course, so as not to be subjected to the deafening stupidity of Harold "No talent" Reynolds and Peter "Why the hell do I have stature in the journalism industry?" Gammons) to see if Jermaine Dye belted one out of the park, or if David Justice doubled down the line with that sweet stroke that allowed him to hit a round-tripper with Halle Berry. Every postseason, I hope that the A's will be able to make it past the first round, not because I value playoff success, because I do not, but rather because I want this dynasty to start getting the respect is so sorely deserves.

It seems like every move Beane makes works out for Oakland. In May, Oakland was well below .500 and it seemed like they would be on the outside looking in come October. In this environment, Beane did what was then dubbed, by smart baseball fans, the worst move in the history of the game. He traded Jeremy Giambi, a offensive juggernaut who, unfortunately, is only known for his poor defense, his Mo Vaughn-like speed, and his propensity to smoke something that starts with Doo and rhymes with Chris Truby, for John Mabry, who is best known for being a warm body. It was viewed as Beane's move of surrender, for it appeared that he was waving the white flag with a move so absurd it was as if Bud Selig had a gun pointed at his head.

Fast forward to the end of the season, where the A's won 103 games and Mabry was an important contributor, hitting almost as many homers in one part-time season as he had in his entire career. Beane has the Midas touch, and he is at the point where no one should doubt his moves. On Saturday night, he traded Corey Lidle for two minor leaguers. With this move, Billy Beane was able to dump nearly 5 million in salary at a position where he had a suitable replacement, Number 4 starter, while acquiring prospects that can be of use to the team in the future. It is just another example of the brilliance of Baseball's Michael Eisner.

So - residents of Oakland, unite, for your team is in good hands. Billy Beane is "Straight Outta' Compton" and he is ready to lead your team to glory. I may be the only person in the country who has yet to see 8 Mile, but its all good because I got my own O.G., Billy Beane. I just hope the other owners, angered by Oakland's success, will not call for a hit on my Billy. If they did, they would silence the greatest front-office man in the MLB.