"Oh well, he's not the first oily man to take Mom to the mat!"
-Trace Beaulieu

Slices of my life since the overrated irrelevance known as the All-Star Break: I bought an iPod; went on vacation to Rehoboth Beach, DE; built shelves for my CDs; more bike-riding and subsequent sweating; oh yeah, and the Phils went through a ghastly five or six week stretch where they never once made contact with a baseball and were shut out about 45 times in a row. Or something like that. One day, I was so horrified by their crappy play that I talked myself into believing that they should sell all their players off at the trade deadline and start over. I kind of overreact to things sometimes.

As of this writing the boys are still in first place, by 0.5 games, and there's a lot of baseballery still to come. I told you back in March this would be fun! I need to shut up and listen to myself more often.

Anyway, I missed a few roster moves so here are Husker Du songs for the guys that have arrived (and occasionally left) in my absence:

Mike Cervenak: "Dreams Reoccuring"
J.A. Happ: "Afraid of Being Wrong"
Joe Blanton: "Bricklayer"
R.J. Swindle: "Real World"

Also, the second draft of my novel is almost done, and when I say "almost", I mean there's still some work I need to do on it, and I'd much rather be doing that right now, so I'm off to do that. Let's go Phils, am I right?