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Two posts in three days and no lack of enthsiasum in sight. I have realized I can’t spell for crap though, I guess I’ll just to go out of my way and actually reread what I write. Sigh. Other than that unsurprising bit of news, so far blogging has been much more rewarding and fun then I anticipated from my former attempts. I actually like what I wrote in my first post. Well, like in the sense that I don’t feel like throwing up when I read it, which for me is a great step up from my usual opinion. Let’s keep this train rolling otherwise I’ll get so mired in patting myself on the back we’ll never get anywhere.

I am going to say one thing, and one thing only about the Barry Bonds home run hoopla:

He will never be remembered as a face of baseball, ‘the Sultan’ or ‘the Great’ he won’t be anything but Barry Bonds. No matter how hard he tries to make nice, which I don’t think he will, he will never hold a nickname or epithet that will carry on long after he is gone, into the annals of baseball history.  He doesn’t deserve it.

Moving on, Let’s talk about the Yankees. After a dashing effort by the second string on Wednesday, the Yankees are a mere half a game behind first. Seriously, I haven’t gotten to watch as much baseball as I would like to this year, but my boys are handling the injury crunch quite nicely. Randy Johnson looked his age in more ways than just crappy pitching. The Sagging Unit I saw on the mound is a far cry from the lankey Rubberband O’ Power I giggled at while he and the Diamondbacks drilled through the Yanks to World Series gold. It was depressing to watch, to say the least. He warmed himself up a bit towards the end, but even then I could only think of the death of a firefly. One last flash before the end. How sad!