Greetings and Saturday Salutations! I hope you're all having a more exciting weekend than I, but if you're not, then boy do I have a treat for you! As I mentioned last week, I'm going to be mixing things up on Saturdays by writing a post completely off-topic; rather than blabbering about the Yanks I'll be blabbering about whatever is in my brain.

Enjoy! Or not... it's up to you. Either way.

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I have joined the magical corny world of Myspace. Come be my friend!

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Why is it that the country gets all up in arms when a politician is involved in some sort of sex scandal, but remains indifferent to indiscretions that actually affect us? Like, lets say, waging a war without reason? I could go on and on, but I'll leave it at that for now...

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Do any of y'all that live in San Diego listen to The Mikey Show on 105.7 fm weekday mornings? I'm a big fan.

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On the night that my twin little sisters were born, the YCD took my three older sisters and I to a Dodgers game (why weren't any of us visiting my mother who had given birth to twins just 12 hours earlier? Don't ask me, I was five years old. That's a good question for the YCD though). Without the YCM around no one was too concerned about what I wore to the game - flip flops, one of which I promptly lost somehow walking from the car into the stadium and proceeded to enjoy the game with one hoof un-shoed - or what I ate. I recall eating a hot dog, popcorn, peanuts, and cotton candy. I threw up the minute we got home. Good times...

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In first grade, I brought the twins to class for show and tell.

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I took an advanced statistics (lest you forget, I was the vice prez of the match club in high school... good god I was a loser. And by "was" I mean "am") class my freshman year at San Diego State and earned an A. However, when the grades came out after finals week my transcript showed a B+. Shortly thereafter I got an email from my professor asking me out. I asked about the B+ and he implied that perhaps that could be ammended if I went out with him. I declined and kept the B+.

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It really bothers me when I ask a waitress/waiter if the restaurant has Dr Pepper and they reply "no, but we have root beer!" Is that supposed to make me feel better? It doesn't.

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All right, that's enough of that for this week. I'll post some actual baseball tonight - St Louis's 2008 Season Preview - and a delightful article about Torre and Girardino manana. Enjoy your weekend, lovelies!