NEW YORK, NY – So, inspired by Short Matt’s annual abstinence from alcohol, I’ve decided to give up blogging for #Lent. That’s right, folks, 40 glorious days and nights of blissful nothingness. No deadlines, no grasping at story straws among the March wasteland, and… What’s that? I’m not allowed to do this? Well, if that’s the case then I reserve the right to keep today’s column economical, as Wednesday promises to be an interesting day in NFL Free Agency. I mean it already has been, but there are some big annoying meatballs out there (you know the names) just waiting to plop on someone’s unsuspecting plate, and I’m just hoping it’s not mine.
There’s other stuff we can discuss, like baseball injuries (lots of them), NBA basketball, and March Madness, but screw all that. Tiger Woods’s ruptured Achilles? What’s to discuss? Everything I need to know about golf I learned years ago from Caddyshack. Just like Judge Smails, you take away a golfer’s Achilles, it’s all over (Book of Spackler). Nope, I’m firmly entrenched in waiting mode.
So, here’s what’s happening today. I’m waiting for news to break, any news, and then will attempt to comment on it in as close to realtime as possible. I encourage anyone else out there to do the same, if they are so inclined. That’s about all I have to say at this hour.
I promise to come back next week with something more substantial or, at the very least, a debate with myself about whether Sixto Lezcano or Bake McBride had the better 1970s baseball name.
Come back tomorrow for Buddy Diaz who will either be bummed about the Knicks or the Yankees.
