From my Parent's Basement...literally

Not only has this week brought on new employees at my work, and consequently new struggles at the time clock, but also a fair amount of annoyances from the big, fat, whiny world of sports.

First off, Eric Crawford sure is bitchy. For those who don't know, Crawford is the relatively new, menopausal columnist at Louisville's Courier-Journal. He does deserve his due, however, as he is far better than his colleague, Rick Bozich; he stuns me week in and week out with his weak takes and weaker vernacular. Weak. Ok, back to him shortly. A recent Crawford article takes aim at UK's Billy Gillispie, or as the d-bags on the message boards call him, BCG, and his continuous recruiting of players from the class of '09 and '10. For starters, he is not the first coach to do this; and, more importantly, this is a very sly way of snagging young talent away from the competition. Think back to when you were sixteen; how impressionable were you? I commend Gillispie for taking advantage of these teens (stop it) and getting them to sign early. It's better than UK's previous recruiting methods, which apparently comprised of Tubby taking prospects to Rafferty's (they have large portions), and preaching to them the joys and beauty of a functioning ball-line defense. In most cases, this process will likely end up as a success story for both parties. Sure there are risks involved as this practice has often ended with the player opting out of his scholarship. However, if all of the promises are kept from the coaching staff to the prospect (and it appears that they will be), then there should be no problem. Of course no one truly knows what will happen in the coming years, but more often than not this will prove beneficial for both the player and the program. Thus, sir Crawford, I truly understand the difficulties of being a columnist in a non-baseball town during the heat of summer (we all read the "back in time" piece), I just ask that your views not always depend on attacking.

Ok, let's continue my attack on Courier-Journal columnists. I truly do not want to sound like a jealous loser, but I want these people's jobs. So, yeah, I'm a little jealous. But seriously, the Barry Bonds article?! Right off, who gives a shit if Rick Bozich doesn't watch the all-star game? I know Bud Selig doesn't. Secondly, you're just wrong. You're always wrong. You are just a wrong person. Always. Anyway, there is absolutely every reason that Barry Bonds should start in the all-star game. I'll give you one easy one. IT'S IN HIS HOME BALLPARK!!!!!!!!!! When was the last time the home team didn't have a starter. Do you remember Jason Bay? Also, despite the glaring evidence to the contrary, Barry Bonds has not been proven guilty of anything. If he had, he wouldn't be able to play at all. His numbers are not that bad, but he's about to break the most important record in baseball; let him get his cheers; God knows he get his boos.

Listen, I'm no Bonds apologist. I don't want to see him break this record as much as anyone else. But let's be real; the guy can't sit the game out in his hometown. That's just ridiculous.

Alright, I'm going to try and come stronger tomorrow with my theories on how in God's name Bruce Froemming got so fat--and kept his job umpiring.