My Second Violation Of Omerta

After Jason’s First True Love misplayed the ball that gave the Nats a 1-0 lead I texted him asking why Carlos was letting balls fly over his head. His response was golden. And true.

“I shouldn’t have been texting him in the middle of the game. But we are out of milk. My bad.”

To Tide You Over Before The Inevitable Sweep

Just kidding. I think the Mets come away with a split today. Time for some links!

• Yesterday’s rain out gave Jason ample opportunity to continue spreading unmitigated lies about my supposed desire to have a baseball for a head. Naturally I proceeded to own him in the comments section. It’s rich.
• We don’t promote it very hard, but here is a great place to “like” and call us idiots!
• If you like shortcuts, almost all of our drivel is linked here. The background picture was put up by yours truly because Jason is quite old and hasn’t figured out how to turn on a computer yet, let alone upload a picture. Ironically, the picture makes him look quite positively like a 14-year old.
• Jason’s man crush might be in some trouble.
• Check out Metszilla if the Midwestropolitan and I just can’t please you. Or even if we do. Some great guys run this site and it’s a good read.
• Another one of our favorites, Studious Metsimus writes an open letter to Dodger-lover Fred Wilpon.

If all of those links don’t help cure your boredom, there’s always…