Wow. I used to think they were hot in 1983. Although, the one on the right...Wish it were Saturday. That's my fun day. My I-don't-have-to-run day. I'm going to have that song stuck in my head all day now. Whatever happened to the Bangles? That was them, wasn't it? Are they hanging out with Bananarama and Berlin, all working together to write interchangeable songs for each other? I think I'm still drunk from last night.
Here's some random stuff: That Art Spander, he's king of the nicknames. H Boys? Really? Not Da H Bombs or Guys Who Throw? I expect more from a Hall of Fame columnist. He's no Monte Poole.
Tim Kawakami just made me throw up a little in my mouth. I know he's got numbers, but I just don't like A-Rod. And I think it's sad that he and Derek Jeter have broken up. But I'd rather he stay with the Yankees so I can hate him with impunity.
Ever wonder how it would feel to be anally raped by Barry Bonds? Me neither, but now you can find out.
An interesting look at the A's outfield situation. Is the Travis Buck era upon us? Jason, how about enlightening us with some stats on how well he hit on the road against lefties in Double-A last season? And what's his ZORP?
Bud Selig thinks you're a dumb, cheap whiney bitch if you don't get DirecTV. I think he means you, Steve. You should punch him if we bump into him this year.
The forecast for next weekend? 90 in Phoenix. This needs to stop. 82 is perfect. 90 is a bit much.
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