You Got What On Your SAT's?

Certain things just don’t need to be discussed sometimes. Like, when your buddy had a bit too much to drink from the fountain o’ courage and decides that he like girls that are in the same weight class as he is. Sure, it’s usually based on mutual attraction, and about five too many drinks from Grandpa’s custom bottle of cough syrup, but nonetheless, it generally goes unmentioned out of pity to all of those involved. On that note, I didn’t see anything even resembling Padres baseball and magic brooms out in Phoenix this past weekend. I didn’t participate in any television watching that may or may not have included us dropping three consecutive games out in Arizona. I especially didn’t see one Troy Glaus play Padre Killer to the tune of what looked to be about 12 doubles and 30 RBI. And I certainly didn’t see a wasted effort on a Saturday night by my lock for the Cy Young award, at the very least for the month of April, I was too busy discussing marriage for money options with some smokin’ hot chicks. All the while taking in this beautiful tidbit, that with enough money, any of the girls in the room should, could, and would call themselves Mrs. Insert Last Name Here. Just a nice relaxing weekend in the partially sunny climate here in San Diego.

I did happen to return to the world of Baseball this past Monday night, while shirking my duties as a birthday escort. Geoff Blum is making a solid case to be included in the all under- rated squads here in the greater San Diego area. There are a few guys in the lineup that the bat plague has yet to reach. Geoff did his best to build us a lead and the pitchers took care of the rest. Good Work guys. The season is still young and with enough trips to the free clinic we may be able to oust this virus that is infecting the baseball swings of our everyday lineup. Whatever was in the water this spring, I would recommend getting as far away from it as possible, or perhaps start bottling it and selling it to some of the hot hitting opponents. Starting with that Glaus character…

Tonight we are back in the Bay Area, looks to me like Adam Eaton v. Jason Schmidt. Looks to me like an interesting match up. I hope it’s cold and the wind is blowing out and that Jason Schmidt has a sore elbow. I hope those guys out in the bay get holes in their kayaks and sink like stones only to resurface cold and miserable. I hope J.T. Snow trips over first base and bleeds out of both hands so that every trip to the restroom is a memorable one. I hope that Moises Alou gets his hand soaking liquid mixed up with Pedro Feliz’ Gatorade. Oh, and I hope that we win...