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A-Rod Kills Cory Lidle

The first thing that jumped out at me when I saw that Cory Lidle of the New York Yankees flew his plane into an apartment building today was "This is Alex Rodriguez's fault."

Anyone in New York, or even any Yankee fan, which I am neither, can see that this is plainly obvious. Consider this article on MLB.com. Everyone in the media seems to agree - it's not entirely his fault that the Yankees could only win one game against a team who the week before dropped three to the Royals and blew their division lead. But it seems like every time a journalist makes that point we read into it a little bit of a caveat. "Again, Rodriguez was not the reason that the Yankees lost this series... But there's no hiding the fact that Rodriguez is in a big time slump in the postseason." Even A-Rod admits it:

"Well, I think I certainly have to do well for this team to win. That's it,"

He didn't do well. They didn't win. His fault.

Using his logic, and most of NYC's logic, if A-Rod wouldn't have went 1-14, if he hadn't struck out four times, if he hadn't commited a throwing error, if he would have just played better, the Yanks would have won the series and be working on the A's right now.

And Cory Lidle wouldn't have had any reason to fly home today, which MLB.com reports that he was more than likely doing, because that would just be rediculous to do in the middle of the ALCS.

A-Rod - you've already ruined New York's chances at that elusive 27th World Championship, and now you have to go and do something like this. That's cold, dude. Really cold.

Politics! Politics! Politics!

Real quick, here are a few links that I think are interesting from the Chicago Tribune:

There's some bad, bad shit going on in the Sudan, in case George Clooney didn't tell you. A Tribune reporter was captured and recently released. Here's his article. Too bad we don't think the Sudanese have any WMDs. We might be able to help. I guess when you don't have any food you probably don't have any WMDs, huh?

Also, Garrison Keillor manages to write a really scathing commentary on the United States' latest interrogation practices. I thought he could only write funny little folksy jokes about Republicans. I haven't said this since high school debate, but... slippery slope indeed.

Holy F*king Shit, Twins Get Killed!

I'm not angry, just sad that their amazing run is over. I'll just have to hope that they eat a dick during April and May next year and turn it around again.

I am a little angry that Brad Radke's final game was this piece of junk. I'm pretty sure that after they pulled him he went to the dugout, sat down, and just stared ahead a little, saying nothing. Then Torii Hunter came up and moved to pat him on the shoulder.

"Don't touch me," Brad said, and Torii just backed away quietly.

Then someone who's always positive and spunky like Nicky Punto or Mike Redmond sat down and before Brad knew it gave him a little love pat on the right shoulder.

And then Brad's arm flipping fell the hell off.

Brad continued to stare into center field absently while the rest of the team went apeshit at the sight of Brad's arm on the goddamned ground. That's when the wheels fell off and we decided to commit two more errors and Crain couldn't pull himself together after seeing that arm just lying there and decided to walk a run in because we needed to feel his pain and then while he's at it let's just give up another damned double to Marco "Vespa" Scutaro and clear the bases. Christ!

Here's the man who single-handedly beat the Twins, give it up for Marco "Vespa" Scutaro.

I should go back to school...

...and learn Potuguese. Then move there.

I hit that "Next Blog" button in my upper right corner earlier and went to this site.

Jesus.

My Tickets Came!

My tickets came in the mail yesterday for the All-American Rejects show at Roy Wilkins Auditorium on December 16th! Before you call me a raging homo, let me explain. I'm really going so I can see the lineup of openers: Gym Class Heroes, The Format, and best of all, Motion City Soundtrack. And, OK, I like the All-American Rejects, too. I have both their CDs.

MCS is my favorite band right now, with two great CDs out. Best of all, they're local. I caught them at the Warped Tour in July and was so completely blown away - I haven't been that pumped since I was front row at the Bloodhound Gang set in '96 at Edgefest.

Here's a video for you - song's called LG Fuad. Don't know why. All that you see in the backgound? It's Minneapolis in winter. Brr.

Holy F*king Shit, Twins Win!

Earlier this week, as the Twins dropped the first game of the series to the White Sox, I thought it was fairly improbable that the Tigers would lose as well, and to the Kansas City Royals. But they did. OK, crazy stuff happens, we still have a shot at this. But when we lost yesterday's game and Detroit lost too I said, "That's it. Detroit won't lose again tomorrow. I'm happy with a wild card spot."

But this is re-god-damned-diculous.

The Royals swept the Tigers, and we pulled one game up over Detroit to take the lead. So awesome... Plus, Joe Mauer won the AL Batting title (Eat it, Jeter), Johan Santana is the probable Cy Young winner, and Justin Morneau is getting better and better press every day and could very well win the MVP. Check out the really sweet article by ESPN's Jayson Stark here documenting the year in review and making the MVP case for Justin.


Playoffs start Tuesday, when we will whip the asses off the Oakland A's.