MLB: You Suck!
You've gotta love Pesky!
A selection of incoherent gibberish, esoteric haughtisms, and maniacal ravings provided for your pleasure.
Looking back over my previous post, and thinking about the Sox rotation moving forward, I became very confused over the actions of the Cubs. While I understand the idea of a massively rising market in terms of players salaries and prices (making that Oswalt deal the Astros did even more spectacular, even before he added the apparently brilliant change-up), I am utterly at a loss that they are barely talking to Zambrano. They just threw a Brinks truck at Soriano, who is good but not great, and chucked a bunch of money at some equally mediocre (as in average) players, basically promising all of their satellite radio money to a bunch of guys that make for a good base behind stars but not the vangaurd of a team (save Lee). I think, with the way their team is currently constituted, they need to add another impact bat or two to the lineup for '08 plus another top-flight pitcher in addition to Zambrano. Of course, the only one out there next year with any track record (i.e. not a guy that does well this year in a contract season) is Zambrano. I don't care what he is asking, give it to him.
So Paps is back to closing, which is awesome if he stays healthy. This does a few things:
I thought of this in high school! Scroll down to the "Hybrids without batteries" section, and relize I thought of this in high school, and I still have the paper to prove it. In AP Physics C, I actually wrote an extra credit paper on the possibility of hydrolic energy recapture. Granted, I needed to write the paper because I bombed the fluid dyamics test, but whatever. Dr. Pierce even wrote, "Great idea, just not sure how feasible it would be. Sounds like you already know what your thesis could be on, though. Stick with it."
So your faithful weblogger, absent all these past days, has some big news. And no, it isn't that the Resident Female is pregnant (why does everyone always think that is what I'm about to tell them?). Rather, Fletcher is now the proud owner of a lovely condo within walking distance of the metro in Arlington (huzaa!). Closing will be April 6, and the home inspection occurred today (just one mis-wired outlet and cold means hot/hot means cold sink in the bathroom).
Well, this certainly fills a need. I'll take adding the best linebacker on the market, thank you very much. I am giddy about the schemes that Billy B can come up with to get Adalius cracking some skulls next year.
I saw the movie Babel last night, and I am worse off for it. If you haven't seen it, don't bother. If you have seen it, please tell me you hated it as much as I did. Personally, I hate movies like that and hate it even more that the Academy Awards in general reward that kind of crap (a la Traffic and Crash). I absolutely hate that washed out, chaotic/shaky-cam cinematography that they employ. I hate the epic, sprawling, over-arching story lines. And most of all, I hate how seriously the films take themselves.