- BASEBALL!!!!
- I'm picking Hideki Matsui for AL MVP.
- Having Tino back in the Bronx makes me tingly.
- Nice to see a high-priced Yankee pitcher actually kick some ass, right out of the gate. Most of the big-named free agents the Yankees have signed over the past few years have had a rough time in their first few starts; not so with Unit. ESPN's John Kruk made some ridiculous statement about how RJ could win 30 games with the Yankee lineup behind him; he's crazy, obviously, but if he stays healthy, 20 seems almost automatic.
- I alternated back and forth between TV and radio last night; I forgot that Charley Steiner has been replaced with Suzyn Waldmyn. There is basically no chemistry at all between her and John Sterling; it's actually kinda painful to listen to, and I'd be surprised if they make it through the season intact. She's not as dumb and as inarticulate as, say, Bobby Murcer, but radio clearly isn't her element (well, TV wasn't her element, either... maybe she should try print?) and Sterling's presence is just too huge for her to match. This sucks, because I really really really love listening to games on the radio.
- Also - the time delay between TV and radio has gotten worse. The batter will be rounding first base by the time the pitcher starts his wind-up.
- Tanyon Sturtze apparently spent a lot of time learning about pitching from Mariano Rivera last year and during the off-season; he threw 2 perfect innings last night (aided by 2 sparkling defensive plays) and looked completely different than he did with Tampa Bay, or even with the Yanks last season.
- Apparently, the Stadium has added a pitch-speed and pitch-type indicator to the centerfield diamond-vision - that's pretty cool, actually.
- David Wells is a BITCH.
2. Last night's Arrested Development was INSANE. As I was telling
mgrasso, I want a Franklin icon, and a Franklin soundboard for my computer. When I turn my computer off, I want to hear Buster shout: "I don’t want no part of your tight-ass country-club, you freak bitch!"2a. Also, GOB: (As Franklin.) Can I tell you something, my man? (As himself.) Sure, Franklin. (As Franklin.) You are one cool bleep. Speaking of mothers, let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.
More, later.
