and the Oscar goes to...

The awards season is upon us. Let the arguments begin...

Some people are lobbying that Philip Seymour Hoffman was perfect as a possibly pedophiliac priest. Others love Mickey Rourke as a broken down beefcake brawler. Still others are posthumously giving love to Heath Ledger as the Caped Crusader's criminally crazed clown counteragent.

***SPOILER ALERT!!!***

I'm going to tell you right now who the best actor of the year is.

You ready?

Scott Boras.

That's right, the super agent that Bob Sugar wished he could be. Boras came into the Hot Stove season with visions of $200 million contracts dancing in his head. He held the two biggest bargaining chips this winter in Mark Teixeira and Manny Ramirez - at least that's what he wanted you to believe.

And while Boras did get a sizable jackpot with Teixeira (thanks in part to CC Sabathia signing a contract the size of the GDP of some small island nations), that other Sure Thing hasn't been in quite such high demand. After all, take a guy who plays hard for 162 games, puts up All-Star numbers then says and does all the right things off the field...well, anyone can get that guy a big contract.

Then try pulling the same trick with someone who's hitting just slightly better than .250 in those same categories. But this is what makes Boras so intriguing to watch. He's tried to convince everyone that there's actually a bidding war for his client. First, ignoring the Dodgers offer of $45 million for two years in order to wait for more "serious offers". Then creating this idea that the frugal, yet somehow fiscally irresponsible San Francisco Giants were in the mix.

(Note to Scott: They've already had their share of petulant power hitting left fielders...and yours isn't even chasing any records)

To top it off, floating a story that the Texas Rangers (whom Boras hornswaggled into the A-Rod megadeal) were considering pursuing Ramirez. In other news, I'm considering pursuing Gabrielle Union for a date...stay tuned.

In the end, we all know that Manny will be patrolling left field at Chavez Ravine when April rolls around. Just like we know that Indiana Jones will end up clutching treasure in one hand and a weathered fedora in the other. But we watch to see exactly how it happens.

So while I predicted the ending to this show moments after the lights went down, kudos to you, Mr. Boras. You've kept me watching every minute of it.