Bonehead of the Month

   Marlins outfielder Chris Coghlan pie-face'd Wes Helms after a walk-off and tore his left meniscus and is headed for the DL.  Take a read (courtesy of Yahoo!'s Big League Stew):

   Pie'd Piper Coghlan on DL

Case of the Monday's

   While Andre Dawson was busy getting inducted into the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame, I was busy taking care of business for the Pelham Mets.  I dominated the Collegians to the tune of 5 IP, 3 H, 9 K.  We won 12-2, in a game shortened because we were kicking their ass.

   I happened to catch clips of the induction on ESPN and there was no one there.  I mean granted the class consisted of the "Hawk", former manager Whitey Herzog, announcer Bob Miller, NL umpire Doug Harvey, and the NY Daily News' own Bill Madden, but still, it is the Hall of Fame induction.

   This kid is awesome:

   Feeling utterly uninspired today, so bye for today.

Hot, Hazy, Humid, Hell

   Today started with a pounding headache and a swollen throat.  After generously pouring this crap down my throat (OK, 2 cap fulls), I asked LMD when it expired.  I felt like we've had that thing for years - luckily, JAN11 was stamped on the bottle.  Crisis averted.

   Took the fur-kid out at around 5:48 am, basically sleep-walking around the mean streets of the Bronx, he did his business, and we went back in to the AC to cool it down for another two hours before physically removing myself from bed for the day.

   I went outside and it was relatively cool out this morning, probably about 15° cooler that the hell-hole apartment.  Still perplexed as to how in the hell the apartment gets so hot and muggy when it's cooler outside.  Made me angry.  So here I was, sick, sleep-walking, and angry.  A trifecta, all before 6:00 am.  Awesome.

   I guess it could be worse.  That's the way I seem to look at everything nowadays.  It could be worse.  I mean, I have my wife and dog and family and friends, but that's really all.  I still don't think the mantra I'm living by is healthy though.  It really grinds my gears.

   Moving on (quickly before I get agitated again), in MLB news, Brewers pitcher Chris Capuano got his first win since 2007 last night, a string of 13 straight losses with a myriad of ND's sprinkled in there.  In his 13 losing decisions, the Brewers scored only 38 runs (2.92 runs/game) for him.  I mean you gotta feel for the guy, he's had 2 Tommy John surgeries.  Most guys would have called it quits.  He's persistent, to say the least.  This is a guy who went 18-12 with a 3.99 ERA in 2005.  Not to mention he's a DUKE guy.  A real feel good story, similar to Dodgers reliever Hong-Chih Kuo (who still hasn't let up a hit to a LH batter this year) and also had to deal with numerous surgeries.

   The Yankees placed Andy Pettitte on the DL, giving Sergio Mitre a shot in the rotation, so says the NY Daily News.  It shouldn't really be a huge issue, so long as the front four can keep giving quality starts (AJ Burnett needs to have a quality start).  Pettitte has been on a tear all season long, so it's really a tough pill to swallow.  Every fifth day, you knew you had as good a shot at winning as there was, and now you have to hold your breath as you send Mitre out there.  We'll see how long it takes before the Yanks make a move and acquire another aging arm (Oswalt, Westbrook).  I'd rather see Carmona or Haren, but who knows what they're thinking.  Just gotta keep winning two of three, three of five and avoid a prolonged drought or losing streak.  Their offense should be able to carry them for a month or so.  No worries from Yankee-land.

   Health wise, I feel like crap again.  For some reason, my nose continues to run (maybe the humidity melts the mucus) and my head is beginning to ache, and my neck is beginning to get stiff.  I may be coming down with the (sic)ness. 

   I want a Harley Davidson too.  I was just thinking the other day about how bad-ass it would be to ride up to a field to recruit on a Harley with the loud pipes screaming.  Just a though, probably won't come to fruition, but it's good to dream. 

   OK, headed out.  Gotta go to Target, always find some neat stuff over there, not that I really need anything.

   Keep cool and try to keep your cool.  That's what I'm gonna try to do the rest of the day. 

   I'll leave you with this.  Good for the public school education in the Bronx.  They can't even get their 123's and ACB's? right:

   Siyanara suckers!

ESPY's

   Perhaps the line of the night was just before they went off air, when Seth Meyers said, "Stay tuned to ESPN for an encore presentation of 'The Decision.'"

   The man was pure genius all night, I was literally laughing so hard I couldn't breathe at points.  The song was a little lame, as was the "Best Moment" going to Landon Donovan for the goal that prolonged the anticipated suffering the team endured by losing to Ghana - where they kick rocks around instead of soccer balls.

   I just took a look at the gift bag that nominees and presenters got.  It's nuts how those who make all the money get it free, and those who don't, probably will never enjoy 90% of what's in the bag.

   Brett Favre has no sense of humor, as was evident during his lack of emotions when cameras panned to him during Seth Meyers' jokes.  Retire!!  He took home "Best Play" after the wide reciever made the best catch of his life.  Fordham baseball player Brian Kownacki's Superman leap over the catcher was the best play I saw all year.  The kid jumped over another player in an actual game, and was SAFE.  Brett Favre, you media whore.

   Tennessee Titan RB Chris Johnson was somewhat inaudible and incoherent, both when he won his award for "Best Breakthrough Athlete" as well as prior to the show with Erin Andrews. 

   Peyton Manning is still the funniest athlete alive, regardless of who writes his material.  Will Ferrell is quite possibly the funniest man alive, and Seth Meyers was the best ESPY's host alive.  Tracy Morgan is the funniest black man alive, and I'm pretty sure I can listen to him speak for days on end.

   So glad to see that the world finally recognized WRW Jr. as the "Best Bowler" last night.  At 50 years old, Walter Ray Williams Jr. is the world's #1 rated bowler according to the PBA.  This guy rolls 225's like they're going out of style.  He's rolled 80 career 300 games - for you casual bowling fans, that's the equivalent of a perfect game, albeit against inanimate pins.  His career earnings from bowling... $4,087,222.  That might not seem like a lot, spread out over 30 years, but it's over $136,000 a year.  Not bad for a bowler.  Yee-haw!

   And finally, although he's stuggling through his round today, "Lefty" Phil Mickelson was named "Best Male Golfer".  Well, the fans got that one right.  Not really a big year in golf as Seth Meyers put it, "Tiger Woods got into a little car accident". 

   That was only the beginning of his Tiger and LeBron bashing and honestly, I could have listened to that all night long.  Seth Meyers did a great job. 

   It's so damn hot in here, I can't even think.  Having a hard time typing with sweat dripping from my brow onto the keyboard.  Not to mention the sweat in my eyes.  And this damn fly keeps cruising around, time to swat his ass.

   Good day!

RIP: Bob Sheppard, 1910-2010

   The Yankees also lost another great one, long time PA announcer Bob Sheppard, who passed away on Sunday just a few months short of his 100th birthday.  He was affectionately known as "The voice of God".

   The new guy, who's name escapes me, does every batter who steps to the plate - all except Derek Jeter.  There is a taped recording of Sheppard announcing Jeter as he walks to the plate.

   PA announcers rarely get their due respect, but Sheppard sure is getting his.  A New Yorker through and through - born in Richmond Hill, Queens, worked in the Bronx (Yankees) and New Jersey (NY Giants), educated in Brooklyn (St. John's Prep) and Manhattan (Master's at Columbia), and passing away at his home in Long Island (Baldwin).

   Bob Sheppard - "Now batting for the Yankees, number 2, Derek Jeter, number two."

   May you rest in peace.  Alongside The Boss.

RIP Bob Sheppard, "The voice of God" (1910-2010)