I’m working on my html skeelz for Smells Like Pujols, and my Press Room Buffet post (announced here) for Awful Announcing, so a long post is probably not forthcoming. In the meantime, however, I’ve seen many good things around the internets, so let’s go to Linkin’ Park.
Some people say no news is good news. S2N points out that no news is, in fact, not news. Especially when we’re talking about Roger Clemens.
Roger Clemens went to the U. of Texas. Despite that, I heartily approve of Texas Gal’s campaign in favor of NCAA Baseball.
Speaking of baseball, Babes Love it. BLB breaks the shocking news that Kerry Wood is hurt again. Given the rumors that Wood might move into the closer spot, I’d lay money that Ninja Ryan Dempster whacked him with some nunchucks.
Do any of the aforementioned Cubs have Gheorgheness? Probably not. But if you know someone who does, the guys over to Gheorghe the Blog are accepting nominations for the pantheon.
The ESPYs definitely have Gheorgheness. They’re long, nobody expects much from them, but we’ll watch them if nothing else is on. Awful Announcing “celebrates” the fifteenth anniversary of the most meaningless statuette in the history of statuettes.
Complete Sports is not offering a statuette. But if you can predict what corny phrase Jim Nantz will utter at the end of this year’s championship game, you’ll earn his undying respect. So you’ll have that going for you, which is nice.
Speaking of respect, Marco gets the best interviews over at Just Call Me Juice. His laid-back interviewing style cracks the shell-like veneer of even the toughest cats. Including Joe Lunardi.
One More Dying Quail minored in Bracketology, but his major was Global Studies. Joining the AA Channel Four News Team has given him an honorary PhD in European-American Studies.
To finalize some of the most tortured segues on the internet, Sunil from Hurricanes are for Drinking points out that three European-Americans are key players for my hometown Kansas City Royals. Don’t tell C.C. Sabathia.
Segues fail me on this one. RUTS loves tornadoes. And C.C. Sabathia… um, pitches like a mixture of warm and cool air that destroys trailer parks.
That’s it, I’m done.