When things get to be too much, life is overwhelming and the wolves are at the mental door, nothing quite relaxes the mind like Curt Schilling calling Barry Bonds a steroid-pumping cheater. I love sports...it's so mindless. And Shilling and Bonds exemplify the mindlessness of professional sports in such a divergent, yet equally insipid way. If the names Schilling and Bonds aren't familiar to you because you avoid sports like six-day old unrefrigerated hamburger meat, think Paris Hilton v. Jessica Simpson, but with protective cups, fighting in the back of a limousine while chewing tobacco.
Add to that Schilling has a blog. Which I actually admit to reading. Oh, the relaxing mindless waters...wash o'er me.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
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