This is really going to suck. I had a really late one last night, returning to the MLJ lake house at the crack of 4:30am. I just woke up. I know… “RexyNomo, that’s your usual Wednesday through Monday routine, what gives?”. I’ll tell ya. The difference is this time I was sorta “officially” working at my marina’s bar. Since the bar is approximately a nine iron away (160yds for you scoring at home) and I’m sort of the unofficial Mayor of the joint, I often find myself helping out, whether it be bartending when the place is slammed, or throwing drunks out on their respective asses.

But this time? This time was different. Due to some staff “departures”, the owners have asked me to take an official role. I told them I’d be more than happy to help on a few weekdays, but weekends are strictly off limits. I’ve always enjoyed the freedom of drinking at a very “reduced rate” and not having to actually do anything on anyone’s schedule. I fear that an official capacity will take the joy out of my lounge lizarding (antique term for “cougaring”), much like when Joe Cooper and Doug Remer lost the joy in their upstart Baseketball league as rampant commercialism took over. But, truth be told, the biggest issue of all is the potential for multiple sexual harassment lawsuits. Many, many sexual harassment lawsuits.

Well, I had planned on asking you all what you think, but that’s not necessary. I’m not going to sell out and take my game commercial. That would be just plain fuckin’ silly. So if anyone is looking for a good bartending gig, can handle going all James Dalton on drunk tourists, and will stay out of my way as I continue down my path of general lothario’ism/self-destruction, hit me up.

There’s Nothing to Click Here

Steve Bartman, Steve Bartman. Wherefore art thou Steve Bartman? Someone wants to give you $25k for one simple autograph. You just gotta show up and sign one damn autograph, Steve. Did we mention you have to do it at the Stephens Center? Where is that? Don’t worry about the fine print, but rest assured that there’s an airport right next door. Which one? [cough] Chicago O’Hare [/cough]. Steve? Hello?

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It’s official: 9 of 10 TheBigLead commenters now have a blog. “Oh No Romo” has one. I had no clue. I saw him make a passing reference to it yesterday in the “why the fuck is this post so incendiary” interview with Vince Young, so I clicked. Good stuff, from what I’ve read so far. Why did I actually read it? Holy shit, it ain’t about the baseballing. It’s football. Yeah, Gonzo, it’s football and I’m gonna link to it, even though we already have a football post up today.

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Just stumbled across a blog I’m not familiar with, but a quick scan proved interesting. The Biz of Baseball, and it’s coverage of Mets owner, Fred Wilpon (according to TK, he’s not the black dude on PTI), admitting a mistake in the handling of Willie Randolph’s termination.

“I know I screwed up,” Wilpon told reporters at SportsNet New York’s Manhattan studios. “I should have said, `wait a second.”

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For me, there’s something vaguely subversive when it comes to linking to a blog that has a .UK domain name. The Brits are known for their baseballin’ acumen about as much as I am, but David Lengel has a good piece on “How will the Hall of Fame look on baseball’s steroid era?“.

If Jim Rice can’t crack the Hall, it makes you wonder how the scribes will judge players from the so-called steroid era, many of whom will become eligible for induction in the coming years.

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Gotta run. CMT is showing Hope Floats again. Can’t miss it. I’m on a streak of watching it 4 days in a row on this damn channel. Can’t stop now.

Plus it’s 2:08 and I gotta hit the ol’ publish button or Hef will have me arse.

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