Thursday, October 20, 2011

No Title Needed or Deserved

I haven't had surgery but still can't focus long enough to more or less correctly finish about half of my golf shots, but I did mean Nunez. He'll only get innings (get to play) behind the starters Jeter, ARod, and Cano.

I have no idea why I had Soriano coming from the Mets. Its even a better story that he came from the Rays, and that the Yankees got skewered by a division rival - even if only indirectly since Soriano was a "free" agent. Not quite free enough, eh boys?

And the Series. Decent enough game for a balmy October evening in St. Louis. 48 degrees at game time. Light rain. Drizzle. The weather gave the boys an opportunity to break out their hoodies, ear muffs, and flap-hats. Ah, millionaire fall ball.

Quite the grotesque call by home plate umpire I. M. Blind, ruling Beltre out in the 9th. That was one of the few times I turned on the volume to catch any discussion of the call. Buck and McCarver did not disappoint - the former was banal and the later inane.

Now that we're talking about the banal and inane...

Ashton Kutcher now says that the Two and a Half Men cast has finally been together enough to "have it together" and should now be able to produce a watchable show. You mean dangling your package for an episode isn't having it together? Infantile humor isn't having it together?

Is there hope for The Office? James Spader with Denny Crane was magic. James Spader with Ed Helms is a mismatch. Ed Helms in his current role is a mismatch. Everyone else has been marginalized as irrelevant.

Herman "The Godfather" Cain. Although, personally, he's an interesting, strangely entertaining, and seriously disturbed individual, possibly suffering from a brainwashing quite different than the one he ascribed to every other person of color except, of course himself, but nonetheless a brainwashing, I mention The Hermanator because I get to use his two rad nicknames and his 999 plan is banal and inane and expensive, except for really rich guys.

And before we say good bye to the banal and inane for another evening we must ask, "Is the real Tony LaRussa in the St. Louis dugout or Madame Tussauds?


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