Am I the only person scratching my head wondering why we have to have a national day of mourning because Christopher Reeve’s wife announced she has cancer? Sure, its a tragedy, and she took care of her husband as he rolled through his last days, but people have tragedies everyday! Now here she is leading off the nightly news because her husband was famous and fell off a horse. BFD. Of course, this story is groundbreaking news compared to the other “big” story of yesterday, the “Runaway Skank” mowing lawns for community service. I mean, really, they land a space shuttle in what was basically a crapshoot, and this other crap passes for “news of the day”. What’s wrong with the world?

Moving on in the hate department. I was reminded last night of roughly 2/3 of the reason I hate the Cleveland Indians. Their main radio play-by-play guy, Tom Hamilton, is the most obnoxious, overbearing, homering, loudmouth SOB out there. I’d almost rather listen to the self serving crap that comes from the Yankees broadcasts than this guy. Everything an Indian does comes off like reinventing the wheel to this guy. Last night, as the Indians were coming back to win with an 11-run ninth inning (thanks in no small part to a couple drops on routine fly balls, and another error or two mixed in beyond that), someone hit a homerun for Cleveland that landed about 10 feet beyond the outfield wall. What I could make out through the obnoxious yelling was, “that one is WAAAAYYY outta here!” I’d hate to hear how this jackass actually calls a REAL moonshot.

Oh, and by the way, that earthshaking you hear is all the Indians fans scampering back to the bandwagon now that a wildcard berth is in sight. Please hide the women and children until this passes.