¡Lunes!
• Part of me hopes that Greg Oden dunks on Joakim Noah tonight…and then immediately bites a huge chunk out of Noah’s head in celebration. I wonder “being a total douche” is contagious in a situation like that.
• Baseball starts today. This year’s fantasy squad is tentatively called Lasorda’s Lesbos, but I’m still tossing around names. I can’t wait to pay $15 to park at Dodger Stadium. Last year it was $10, so I’ll just assume there have been crazy improvements to the lot and stadium. If I had to venture a guess, Perfect 10 models will descend on my car immediately upon me parking it and wash it while giggling and spraying each other with hoses. Inside the stadium, I’m guessing they put in massage chairs and have the aforementioned Perfect 10 models tending to the field between innings with the same hoses and the same giggling.
• The 24/Hildog episode of South Park is excellent. I won’t ruin anything if you haven’t seen it, but I can confirm that it’s probably the only show I’ve seen that referenced apple juice farts and J-Date.
• I can’t decide if Colin Cowherd is the worst good sports radio host or the best bad sports radio host.
• I’m about to listen to the new Fountains of Wayne CD. I just found out that the singer wrote the song “That Thing You Do” for the movie. I don’t think I ever thought that Tom Hanks wrote that song, but now I’ll be a little less excited if run into Tom Hanks.
¡Beisbol!
