My Morning in Exile

Bronson Arroyo has been called on the carpet for his honesty yesterday. At times like these, it’s worth remembering that baseball is a part of corporate America, and that corporate America is not a big fan of honesty.

The Wrigley beer-tosser has turned himself in. Our long national nightmare is over. Personally, I hope he is punished to the fullest extent of the law. Not for dousing Victorino as such — even Victorino is shrugging that off now — but for wasting precious, precious beer.

Hank Aaron says that Barry Bonds is the real home run champ and that asterisks are a dumb idea. If you think that will stop people like Wallace Matthews from ranting and raving about it all, well, you just don’t know people like Wallace Matthews.

I hate it when writers talk about “storylines.” There’s a ballgame. If that’s not enough of a “storyline” for you you’re beyond helping.

Theo Speaks.

Jake Peavy dazzles in his first AAA rehab start. Ian Snell fainted when he saw the intimidating Pawtucket lineup Peavy faced.

Carlos Delgado’s latest injury is described as a good thing in that it allows Daniel Murphy to play more first base. Because there’s nothing better than Daniel Murphy playing more first base.

Some folks are trying to rehabilitate Carl Mays’ legacy. I mean, it’s not like he killed a guy or anything. Oh wait . . .

No legal work today — I’m home with the kids. I tried to lay down the parental law with them this morning and I was openly mocked, so I can’t say for sure that I’ll survive the afternoon absent a trip to Graeter’s, some time in the sprinkler and stuff like that. The kids may need some things to distract them too. Assuming I survive, there will be blogging, although I can’t say how much.