I’ve made no secret about my hatred for the Yankees. In fact, that hatred is pretty much the only thing that makes my hatred for the Red Sox stop short of total capacity. My hatred for Boston (and actually most of New England outside of the Hartford Civic Center) is like Ivory Soap. 99 44/100%.

So anyway, the hatred again manifested itself last night, hearing the world slowly start to lick its lips over A-Rod’s 10 RBI performance. Impressive, but not enough to stop the earth and make sure everyone knows about it. Right as I brushed that aside and went on with my morning, I get in the car and both sports radio stations in town were blabbering about it. And not just about what an “in the zone” type night it was, but about how some New York media were writing about A-Rod not being a “true Yankee”. It went on forever. I made a couple stops, got back in the car about an hour later, same topic. It got so bad, I’m still shocked I didn’t hear the sounds of a grown man choking on a microphone in a tornado of saliva. I got even more sick when I realized that Texas got rid of him, still, I believe, responsible for part of his salary, and while they’re a better team than they were with him, somehow, their pitching still sucks eggs, and its only a matter of time before they’re watching Anaheim and Oakland get their shit together and run away with the division. So congrats, Alex, not only were you the 12th or so man to get 10-plus RBI’s in a game (following such standup citizens as Mark Whiten), but you were also the first to do so with a teammate’s junk in your mouth.

Sticking with the Yankees for just a second longer, though, I knew it was a good night when the AP wire fed a story with the headline “Yankees-Wang”. Their new pitcher gets the start on Saturday. Hopefully they can pry him away from his camera and the parking lot long enough to pitch a few innings.

(All “Caddyshack” images thanks to CarlSpackler.com. -Ed.)

In late breaking news tonight, both the Indiana state congress and Amazon.com can kiss my white ass. The boys in the statehouse continue to drag their tails with passing or voting down the daylight savings time bill. While I’d LOVE to be able to be on the same time as SOMEONE all-year round (preferably Eastern time, thank you), I’ll be damn happy when this thing is over with. Every stinking day at work is the same thing, the same video, and the same hilljack farmer from western Indiana talking about how their chickens will be confused if they have to change the clocks. Trust me, you’ll get used to it.

As for Amazon, its a great thing. Really, it is. Books and other media are usually pretty cheap, and service is usually pretty reliable. But when I pay extra for shipping to have it here on Wednesday, that doesn’t mean Wednesday at 7:30pm. So, not only do I not get the CD I had ordered and hoped to give as a gift by noon on Thursday, but I have to play hide and seek with the UPS guy and hope I’m around when he delivers my package. The package that’s been in town since 8pm Tuesday night, yet took almost a full 24 hours to deliver to my door. Even 22 hours would have been fine, though UPS is sketchy about leaving things with the leasing office from time to time. And ALL of this could have been avoided if Amazon didn’t insist on packing a single, solitary CD in a 12″x12″x8″ box. Put it in a nice packing envelope, fold the invoice one extra time and shove it inside, and it will fit in my mailbox nicely, thank you.

Of course, all of this could have been avoided had any one of a dozen electronics “superstores” carried the CD, but they didn’t, and here we are. Joy.

Oh yeah, at least I finally got the Tivo working. Still not used to it, but the real fun comes when Family Guy debuts on Sunday, anyway.