Thursday, October 2, 2008

Longoria-not desperate

Evan Longoria has started to look like the heir apparent to ARod as the third-baseman du jour. I guess David (clutch is something in my car) Wright will remain in the bridesmaid position with his only reward being the unwarranted Gold Glove he won last year. Now Longoria isn't going to put up the numbers ARod has accumulated, but he seems to have that winner's aura that has escaped the make up of the hit-machine Rodriquez. Before I go to far with this it must be noted that Longoria is tied to the Rays (the Christian Right will go ape-shit if Tampa Bay wins after dropping the "Devil" from the team's appellation) until he is twenty-nine. Hopefully they'll come up with some dough down there to move the team out of the bat cave they play in. I made the bold prediction that the Rays would win seventy-five games this year (see wife for proof)...wrote it on the calendar, and now feel like the town idiot because it went so lo low. Anyway, along with Longoria you have to love a manager (John Maddon) that gets a mowhawk for team unity. Too bad Tony Parker didn't marry this Longoria...could you imagine the athletic kids!

The TBS announcing team is mostly generic, but Harold Reynolds has always sounded like Chris Rock to me. Hence the uncontrollable laughter when listening to the games. Thankfully the wife doesn't question it...I guess she welcomes the behaviour after enduring few years of my shall we say "troubled times".

All this baseball...and we get the Biden/Palin debate. I'll be working the DVR and clicker like a meth-addicted rhesus monkey on behavioral apparatus. (Training those guys was my first real job, actually my only real job, after college.) I'm still hung up on the idea of this woman being president of the United States. Does it really work for anybody out there? My old neighbor was a Secret Service agent for the Bush girl when she was down the road at Yale. For four years he had to keep track of the lesser of two evils while dressed as a prepster...packing all sorts of heat and high-tech communications stuff. I would love to get his view on the circus that must be shaping up as the campaign trail events dwindle down. How long has this election season been? It makes me think of the warning that the ED ads throw at you every time..."lasts more than four hours, seek immediate medical attention." Haven't we had our four hours of Politicking? By the way has anybody heard of Viagra or Cialis causing the aforementioned problem. If so, please send a brief description...I'm thinking of a book proposal.

Okay I'm getting ready for some knee surgery. When you get older, after they've fixed one, your good knee becomes your bad knee. Then if you live long enough it rotates again. Hopefully, fueled by some medication, my creativity level will rise somewhat next week.

If John Lester wasn't a cancer survivor I really would have been upset with the Angels futility at the plate last night. I used to like two Red Sox, but Manny's gone.

Somebody needs to tel AJ Perzynski he isn't Ricky Henderson...later, biff

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