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The slime that crawled out of the muck of the New York Mets clubhouse and became known as Kirk Radomski is back in the news again. This time, everyone's favorite steroid dealer has produced some receipts that he found underneath his broken television, that say he shipped HGH to Roger Clemons. Now, I'm no Rogoid supporter. I suspected he was on the juice even when he was still playing. Why now though? Are we to believe he had these things, all along underneath his television, Roger Clemons - no less, and just happened to find them right at the weekend before the All-Star break? Maybe I'm getting too cynical these days. After all, Radomski actually has never been accused of being a liar. He's seems to be honest about what a **** he is. Roger and his brother in denial Barry, on the other hand, just slink further and further away from Cooperstown with every new revelation. I would like to know what else Kirk found under his TV set though. A map to the Lost Ark? What kind of new set is he getting. If that guy is getting a flat screen I am so jealous.

You really got to start reaching for topics this time of year. With only baseball in season, and on a break no less, the sports stories trickle through, and when they do they are pounced on by everyone. It's like when someone gets fired at your job, after they clean out their desk, the vultures swoop in to abscond with the extra stapler, pens, document holders and whatever other goodies they can scrounge from the now empty cubicle. Seriously I almost wrote a blog yesterday, but by noon roughly 12 other blogs I read had all covered the same material. Got to be quicker on the draw I guess. The creation time of these things just doesn't allow for some time-sensitive topics. By the time I get things written and put together with pics, things might be so dated no one reads. (Shakes head sadly) Last week for instance, I wrote about the "non-story" of Brett Favre - well, I guess we now know how that turned out. So what will I use as an excuse to post a blog this week. That's a tough one.

As I'm writing this its breaking news, but by the time you read this I'm sure it will be covered by every blogger here. Joe Blanton of the A's was traded to the Phils for 3 minor leaguers. This saddens me. Not because as an A's fan I'm sorry to see Joe go. Nah, I was really pulling for him to lose 20 games this year, that's why. He's 5-12 and was sure to break the 20 loss barrier at some point. Now by switching leagues he'll have the benefit of starting over at 0-0. None of the minor leaguers acquired by the A's are anything close to major league ready, so winner/loser on this trade is really unimportant to me. I just wanted to see the guy lose 20, was that so bad? Am I a bad fan for wanting to see that? For sure the deals are starting to fly, and much more so this year than in year's past of recent memory. Lets hope it makes for some good races to come.

Last week caught me really railing on the LA Clippers. Well, now they've gone and signed Kelenna Azubuike to an offer sheet. Did somebody with brains suddenly get hired by Donald Sterling? With this and getting Marcus Camby for practically nothing, my entire opinion of the Clips chances this year has taken a 180. Does Mike Dunleavy now have a vendetta going against the Warriors? Will Warrior fans have to start hating the other team from LA as much as we hate the Lakers? Do any other NBA fans even care if 2 teams that can't even make the playoffs go all Hatfield and McCoy on each other? Wait a minute - is this just a re-hash of last week's blog. Its looking that way, just adding a few different names that's all. So instead of boring y'all with more of the same retread opinion, its time to throw this thing into a different gear, maybe get your weekend off to a good start.

Beer is Better than Women Because...

You can enjoy a beer all month.

Beer stains wash out. HANGOVERS go away.

Beer labels come off without a fight.

A beer won't get upset if you come home with beer on your breath.

A beer ALWAYS goes down easy.

You can share a beer with your friends.

You always know that you are the first one to pop a beer.

A beer is always wet. beer doesn't care when you come.

Beer doesn't mind being in the "wet spot" that IT left.

When your beer is gone, you just pop another.

Beer looks the same in the morning.

Beer doesn't worry about waking the kids.

Beer doesn't go crazy once a month.

Beer labels don't go out of style every year.

Beer doesn't have cold hands/feet.

Beer doesn't demand equality.

Beer doesn't have a lawyer.

Big, fat beers are nice to have.

Beer is easy to get into.

Beer doesn't live with its mother.

A beer will never buy a car with automatic transmission

Beer tastes good

A beer won't make you pick up some tampons when you go to the supermarket

A drunken man walked into a bar and, after staring for some time at the only woman seated at the bar, walked over to her and kissed her. She jumped up and slapped him silly.

He immediately apologised and explained, "I'm sorry. I thought you were my wife. You look exactly like her."

"Why you worthless, insufferable, wretched, no good drunk!" she screamed.

"Funny," he muttered, "you even sound exactly like her."

A young man goes into a drug store to buy condoms. The pharmacist says the condoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants.

"Well," he said, "I've been seeing this girl for a while and she's really hot. I want the condoms because I think tonight's "the" night. We're having dinner with her parents, and then we're going out. And I've got a feeling I'm gonna get lucky after that. Once she's had me, she'll want me all the time, so you'd better give me the 12 pack." The young man makes his purchase and leaves.

Later that evening, he sits down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents. He asks if he might give the blessing and they agree. He begins the prayer, but continues praying for several minutes. The girl leans over to him and says, "You never told me that you were such a religious person."

The boy leans over to her and whispers, "You never told me that your father is a pharmacist."