I went to the Columbus Blue Jackets-Los Angeles Kings game last night. As I sat in the stands, I smelled hot dogs and beer and heard organ music and the murmur and occasional roar of a crowd. I closed my eyes once and could almost imagine I was at a ballpark. When I opened them again, however, I was stuck with stupid hockey. Please Spring, hurry up and get here.
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Professional ethicist and fellow shyster Jack Marshall engages in a detailed examination explaining why — from an ethical perspective — no one signed Barry Bonds last year and won’t this year. To his professional credit, he never once uses the word “clusterf**k.”
Tuck! has a cartoon about silly names. Pretty bold stuff from a guy with punctuation in his own.
Finally, over at Fantasy Focus, Derek Carty has a mock draft and a breakdown of the Texeira signing. To Derek’s professional credit, he never once uses the word “clusterf**k.”
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