An Original Observation

This is AWESOME.

Omen Update: I got a hit today from Strasbourg, France.  DUDE!  Say hi to the geese for me, mysterious accidental French reader.

Still, I'd Rather Hear Buck Martinez

So I splurged for Extra Innings this year (love it!).  I just turned on the Rays/Jays game, and there's Kevin Kennedy's giant Easter Island head in the booth talking about . . . wait, what?!

Former Major League Baseball manager Kevin Kennedy was among eight individuals that subdued a man threatening to blow up a Delta flight from Los Angeles to Tampa, Fla., early Friday morning.

"He said, 'I'm gonna blow the plane up and take all you to hell with me,'" Kennedy told FanHouse.

At that point, Kennedy, along with seven other passengers, charged Stanley Dwayne Sheffield and eventually subdued him, Kennedy said.

So that was kind of a jolt. Almost sobered me up.

Stamp of Approval

Look, I'm not going to pretend I spent a huge amount of time thinking about the Washington Post beat writer situation after Barry Svrluga left.  When that fancy lad "Chico" Harlan made an ass of himself, I pointed at him and said "hey, look."  That's about it.  Now we have this Adam Kilgore guy, and I totally didn't notice.  Until now.

Sorry for today's absence of game updates. For some reason, my laptop and the wireless in the press box in Port St. Lucie did not get along today. Frank Robinson and Tomo Ohka had a better working relationship.

Holy crap, dude!  That is a serious, old school Nats reference.  And it happens to be right in my wheelhouse.  I loved Tomo Ohka and I hated Frank Robinson.  I spilled so many words on that stuff that I recently received an award for being the one person in the whole world, excepting those actually named Ohka, who cares the most about Tomokazu "The Landlord" Ohka.

You think Harlan bothered to educate himself about this formerly hot button issue?  I bet not.  Not with his busy schedule of bitching about his job and daydreaming about All the President's Men.

So, in conclusion, Adam Kilgore rules.

P.S. I'm still doing this.  I totally went in hella hard on this dude yesterday.

Finally!

I mean, they pretty much made it all up - didn't even interview me - but at least they spelled my name right.

It's That Time

So this year instead of writing buttery paeans to ¡Livan! or yelling at Chico Harlan or whatever, I'm trying this out.  I'll let you know how it goes.