Saturdays are slow news days, leaving the YC with few ideas for moderately thought-provoking bloggity posts. However, as you may have noticed from the number of articles with which I clutter this site, I am not one to take a day off from sitting on my ass in front of the computer. Being the writing fiend that I am - and that is not to imply that I am any good, just that I thoroughly enjoy all the therapeutic benefits that come from focusing on baseball and making fun of Pavano - my brain is always churning, trying to come up with more shit I can write.

As you well know from your faithful reading (don't deny that YC is your homepage, every one of you! Right? Right), I rarely talk about my personal life (with the exception of the occasional quick note about politics and the demise of our country under the Dubya administration), and while I'm not entirely sure anyone cares what the hell I do besides write baseball shiz, I've decided I don't care whether you care. From now on I'll be sharing some non-baseball thoughts from the mind of YC with y'all on Saturdays.

Ready? Let's do it!

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I saw Bad Religion (a band that has affected my life in a very profound way since my early teenage years... I'll have to explain why they are so important in a future Sidenote) for the 21st time last night, and the show was incredible, easily taking a spot in the top five concerts I've ever been to (three of the other top five are BR shows and the last is Neil Young). The majority of the setlist came from their earliest years, so we were treated to tunes much of the audience - myself included - had never had the pleasure of seeing live. They also did a 2-song acoustic encore, which was brilliant and a great surprise. I'm going again tonight, and the "theme" for tonight's show is going to be songs from the late 80's/early 90's era. I can't wait.

They should really let me in for free at this point... what with my ATG tattoo and all.

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When the YCD was a lad, his dad won a dog named Rat Biscuit in a poker game.

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I was discussing with a friend the other day about how classic the "if the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit!" like was. I wonder how long it took Johnny Cochran to come up with that? I picture him in his office the night before, stressed to the max, rejected ideas crumpled up and strewn all around the trashcan. It's too bad he didn't have the YC on call to help him out, cuz I have some fine ideas:

"If the glove is too small, the prosecutors have dropped the ball!"
"If the glove has shrunk, our case is a slam dunk!"
"If he can't put it on, your charges are wrong!"
"If his hand is too large, set him free, sarge!"
"If he can't wear the glove, all he felt for Nicole was love!"

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That's it for today. Baseball tomorrow!