Greetings from Outer Bongolia

OK, I'm tired of looking at that baby picture on the top of our (presumed) sports blog. So I'm going to bump it...

With another baby picture!

(And a Plaschke Paragraph!)

(Actually, two... er, three.)

But it's not just any baby picture -- it's my niece's tribute to A-Rod!


Jump back... Wanna kiss myself... I got sooooouuulll, and I'm super bad!
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Reports from Year One of not giving a shit about my favorite baseball team:

Joe Blanton is getting lit up. Ah, who gives a shit? He hit a home run in the fucking World Series last year! Still 6 months of being World Champions!
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NHL, you have officially been warned:

Tuesday evening, the Carolina Hurricanes went all "Lord of the Flies" -- Piggy's head rests atop a stake on the beach for all to see. In other words, watch the fuck out for the Hurricanes. Yes, it was the Islanders. However, when your team runs up a 4- or 5-goal lead on a fercockta team, they lie back and conserve energy. Not Carolina -- they continued to dominate, outshooting the Isles 57-12 (!!!) in a 9-0 throttling.

Awaiting the 'Canes in the first round -- my increasingly doomed-looking Philadelphia Flyers.
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Yes, We Can:

And we shall. We shall host the beautifully convoluted Stanley Cup Playoffs Picks Pool this year at T!!!. Nearly 10 years ago, Matty and I hatched the early iteration of the pool during a three-hour phone conversation between Philadelphia and Boston, and we've carried it on -- with various groups of contestants and on various Webward conveyances -- ever since.

More specifics to come...

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