Now on to your much-anticipated Circular Ramblings de Tuesday ...
I hope no one else wasted their Saturday night watching the Florida State-Colorado game. Even though it was a Seminole victory, and Seminole victories always warm my baboon heart, that was the most boring game I've ever watched. Even worse, I couldn't drink the night away because I was on a painkiller or two (which weren't so bad, by the way). Although there were several times I nearly fell asleep at the bar watching that pathetic excuse for an offense.
Speaking of falling asleep in unusual places, I did accomplish something this weekend. On Sunday I finally finished reading The Mole People. Hooray for me, I actually finished a book. If you get a chance, check this book out. The author, Jennifer Toth, explored the tunnels and caves beneath New York City and met several of the people who call the underground "home". Although the book has its critics, I recommend it. You might never look at the homeless the same.
Although more in line with Dostoyevsky's "Underground" than Toth's communities of Mr. Wendalls, I saw a magazine the other day with an article by Deadspin's Will Leitch. I don't remember what the mag was (King Magazine, perhaps?), but it was a magazine I didn't expect Leitch to be in. I thought to myself, hey, I kinda know that guy. (He once replied to an email I wrote.)
On the subject of bloggers, especially those of the fairer sex, check out the blog of adult star Kylie Ireland (should be SFW, but be careful). Ireland, star of such epic pictures as Face Jam and Revenge of the Dildos, discusses what she is up to and her upcoming schedule. If you don't read anything else, read about how her and her man found Santeria dolls on their property. Scary stuff.
In other paranormal, extraterrestrial, or just plain weird news, did you know the Weekly World News stopped publishing? Some writers hope to see their name on the New York Times Bestseller List or on a byline in the Wall Street Journal, but for me it was always the WWN. I can't count the amount of times I applied to them. Lucky me I didn't get hired, or I would be unemployed right now. Fortunately for all of us, we can still follow the exploits of the Batboy; Bigfoot; and P'lod, the political advisor from another horizon, in the Weekly World News website.
Speaking of bat boys, The Natural was on the other night. A classic. I wonder, however, could Roy Hobbs have pulled the "coming out of nowhere" act today, in the era of Baseball Reference and Baseball Prospectus? Surely, someone would have heard of him from somewhere. And another question, would Roy Hobbs have even gotten a shot if Bump Bailey didn't die in his attempt to pull off a Rodney McCray? For those who forgot Mr. McCray's famous catch, here it is:
Dropping the smooth segue into someone else who has risen from the ashes of bolivian, check out Oh Word.com on the Return of Osama Bin Laden. Apparently Bin Laden was frustrated with the fakers and the haters and dropped his latest to re-claim his spot on the Billboard Chart. Hilarious stuff from the guy who brought us the Wu-Peanuts Collection.
From the best of New York to possibly the worst, let's be blunt: if the Mets play the Phillies in the NLCS, as I predicted, they are going to get smoked. No team has owned the Metropolitians like the Phillies. The Mets are 6-12 against Philadelphia this year. Horrible.
However, on the subject of the Mets, congratulations to David Wright, who joined the 30-30 club on Sunday. Wright joins two of my favorite Mets, Darryl Strawberry and Howard Johnson, as the only Mets to hit 30 homers and steal 30 bases in a season.
Here is a bold prediction: like Wright, fellow Norfolk, VA native B.J. Upton will be 30-30 next year. And with a little luck, going way out on a limb, the Rays could be next year's Arizona Diamondbacks. You heard it here first.
By the way, speaking of the Diamondbacks, wasn't Stephen Drew supposed to be better than .231/.307/.362? Those numbers are horrible. If there are any Diamondback fans out there, please tell me what's going on with this guy. Wasn't he was supposed to be a stud? At least he was in college.
And on the subject of Stephen Drew's alma mater ...