Sheryl Crow Must Be Stopped

Is it me, or is it 100% impossible to avoid Sheryl Crow these days? Went to the supermarket, and there she was, howling her fucking "every day is a barking dog" piece of crap, or whatever it is. On tv, same thing. Can't get through a game without "every day is an open door" or whatever. So instead of watching on tv I actually make it out of the house to watch the Barry 714 game (man, wouldn't that be great if he retired right now, STUCK on 714? HA!). I get to the seventh inning, and man, something is wrong...hmmnn...I haven't heard "Blitzkrieg Bop" yet. The finest sports chant about Nazis since "Tomorrow Belongs To Me" and it isn't being played?...
OH! But nooooo, I DO have to sit through the fucking reprehensible "I wanna stink up the sun", or whatever that's called. Can't avoid Sheryl Crow, no way.

I'm even at the Container Store the other day, and I swear, the worst song perhaps EVER created--"Leaving Las Vegas"--a flimsy rip-off of Steve Miller's "The Joker," if I ever heard one, pipes in through the loudspeakers. And it is LOOOONNNNGGGG! Three acosutic shitty chords over and over about...oh, I dunno, cashing in on a popular movie title? Who the hell cares? The song is crap.

But to top it all off, she has infiltrated my workspace. I'm shipping the latest edition of Game Developer magazine in the mailroom of the multinational conglomerate I work for, and dang me if she ain't right there, warbling that damn "every day I wanna slit my wrists" number, or whatever it's called.

I just want her to stop. I figured her hook up with the Lyle Alzado of International Cyclign would slow her down, but noooooooooo...it just heightened her status.
There is no god.

Opus Dei and the Knights (of Columbus)

Opus!...My Man!
Brilliantly hilarious write up of the movie in the NY Times by A O Scott yesterday.
Here is part of the first paragraph:
"The Da Vinci Code," Ron Howard's adaptation of Dan Brown's best-selling primer on how not to write an English sentence, arrives trailing more than its share of theological and historical disputation.

It just gets better from there.

My Hero, Delmon Young

As I'm sure many of you have seen, Tampa Bay prospect Delmon Young hurled a bat at an umpire during a Durham-Pawtucket game in Pawtucket this past April. From a pitcher's point of view, I'd have loved to have seen more calls like this when I played, but I give props to Young for living my dream: nailing a dumbass in blue with a bat.

Young will be suspended for fifty games as a result of his bat-toss, which will cost him $145,000 in salary. My advice to Young, next time you want to lash out violently at the old ballyard, just chuck a chair at a fan's face. That would have cost you much less money, and much less playing time.