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Random, Red Lights, Praying, Red Lights
Please forgive me if it takes a Major League Baseball player dying tragically in a senseless automobile accident to write about drinking and driving, but unfortunately I don’t watch enough news outside of ESPN. I woke up two mornings ago to the tragic story of Nick Adenheart dying hours after the best pitching performance of his short career. I sincerely think those who drink and drive, and certainly those who’ve been cited for it in the past, should go to jail for a legitimately long time. I’m by no means a perfect man, and I cannot say I haven’t driven home after a couple glasses of wine at dinner, but three times the legal limit with a DUI already on your record, such as the case with Nick Adenheart’s murderer, should put you in prison for life. My heart goes out to the Adenheart family and the families of the other victims, as well as the Angels and the rest of Major League Baseball.
I’ll now try and move on to some lighter notes.
My Nashville Predators will not be in the NHL playoffs this year. I watched as we lost last night 8-4 from my good friend and favorite injured hockey player’s house. I really don’t know who I hope wins. I suppose anyone but the Red Wings would be tolerable.
I am quite positive I’ve set the record for most Fantasy Baseball drafts. I could be somewhere around 12 to 15, which with my schedule will be impossible to keep track.
I hope anyone but Tiger Woods wins the Masters this weekend. I’m sorry, but I just don’t like machines, and by machines, I mean those who were bred for success. Those whose parents guide every moment of their lives with the hope that one day their efforts will be repaid.
Michael Jordan is and will forever be the greatest athlete ever, and James Jordan was never even remotely a “stage-dad.”
Las Vegas is for two days! Five days in Las Vegas is like Boy Scout Camp. The first day and a half is exciting seeing all your friends, but then you just really want to go back home.
The guy who got the save last night for my St. Louis Cardinals married a girl from Holcomb, Missouri.
Since when did we go from praising Lance Armstrong’s defeat of cancer, to consistently accusing him of being a druggie? Forgive me, but I think anyone who beats three kinds of cancer SHOULD get to use steroids and HGH. This by know means is either condoning drug use, or saying lance is guilty, but if there has ever been a case where it should be allowed, Lance’s would be the one.
I’m rooting for Kenny Perry this weekend in the Masters; he’s my kind of guy…
If anyone has Blackberry connections, please feel free to let me in on them, I’m over my Palm Treo.
I’m really praying EJ wants to do the Pantry this morning!
Are engagement pictures really necessary?