Next Week - Astronomers find giant clouds of Tostitos floating near the Crab Dip nebula!

Sugar discovered in the Milky Way.

The downward spiral continues.....I am nearly at the point where I am trying to measure up how I will draft my team next year being that I should have an early draft spot having finished near the bottom this year. I am however, making a small charge towards the top spot in my EPL fantasy league. All the more reason to consider moving to England someday....at least I do well in their fantasy sports leagues.

One of my favorite sports writers is Peter King. I have read his MMQB column every football season for the past several years. Somthing about his style, commentary and intimate knowledge of the players and personell really make heach column that much more intersting and pure-hearted. I also like his additional MMQBTE he started doing this year. This nearly merits him enough material to consider the SportsGuy's recent accolade....his own page on ESPN.


Song in my head - "It's raining again" - Supertramp

My fantasy season has kicked off and it is quickly spiriling OOC. I am in 4 NFl leagues, 2 EPL league and a golf league. Only one am I in first place. I have become my own worst nightmare. Micromanaging everything just becuase I am just bored and want to do something between Monday to Saturday. I got so bogged down with the EPL league yesterday that I even forgot to set a lineup for my golf one which started today. Alas, I have started 3 guys who aren't even entered into the tourney.

It only gets worse. I have a cold sore. I hate cold sores. They are the one thing that occur that make me insecure. You could shave my head bald and I would be more okay with it than having a cold sore. I feel that everyone is staring at it. Why do I get them? Stress? Usually not a word in my vocab. I guess Fantasy sports are getting the best of me. I must have problems.

Song in my head: "Kissing the Lipless" - The Shins

Sidenote.....has anyone watched a swimming event? The color commentator is ridiculous. As soon as the race begins his voice decible level increases 10 points with every 10 meters. By the time the race ends his voice is nothing more than an inaudible curdiling scream. There is such thing as intensity and obnoxiousness. He has got to go. Also, if he mentions to the audience that we should remember that Michael Phelps is only 19 he should be shot. I believe the running tally i ended on yesterday was 12.

I have a problem. I have never been an overly sensitive person. Growing up I was called a little stoic. However, in the past few years I have experienced feelings of elation, disappointment, happiness, sadness, anger, and even fear. The reason i bring this up is because I watched about 10 hours of Olympic coverage this weekend and found myself tearing up at the end of nearly every race. It didn't matter whether it was the gold medal final or the first heat of 6 in the women's 8 rowing. Maybe it's the music. Maybe it's Bob Costas. Maybe it's the heartwarming vignettes about the homeless athletes who are living the dream. Either way, i have been having to push back the tears so the Girl doesn't think i am a wuss.

Song in my head - "Olympic theme song" - Anon

Finally!

Obviously this man was about as thrilled as I was with Becks during the Euro 2004 debacle.