Not doing ATH this morning has completely thrown me off my game. I have no idea how I structured my day before I started writing it. And not just my blogging day. My whole morning schedule — including my coffee, my shower, and my commute downtown — was simply out of whack, and I think it’s all attributable to BDD: Boxscore Deficit Disorder. Still, I managed to soldier on . . . somehow:
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The disruption of my day pales compared to just how bent-out-of-shape Alfonso Soriano gets when he doesn’t do what he’s used to.
I’ll admit it: I miss ‘Da Meat Hook.
Talk, talk, talk all you want, but I still say Halladay is staying put.
Jeter has now said that the ump from Monday’s game is lying, and that puts MLB on the horns of a dilemma.
Finally, Sunday will be the 30th anniversary of Disco Demolition Night. Thank goodness the scourge of disco has been banished from our land. Oh wait . . .
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