Finally, a day off.
Not really, mind you. But there's no Leafs game. No football, or even futbol. No baseball.
Just National League baseball, which I've always thought of as the vanilla bean latte next to the AL's "Coffee -- Black -- No sugar" brand.
Maybe it comes from all these years as an AL city. Some of you -- okay, a few of us -- recall 1976, when the San Francisco Giants all but moved to Toronto. That was a close one. Imagine the alternate universe where that's going down right now. Instead of Joe and Robbie, we're wondering about Barry Bonds. *Shiver*
I have pals in NL cities who love the double switch, who regard Tony LaRussa as the Stephen Hawking of the diamond, who grow wet in the loins as the pitcher squares to bunt, and who regard the DH as an acronym for Doofus Humongous. Good. Enjoy the day, friends. I'll be out savouring what they're saying might well be the last day of Indian summer in these parts, and then doing some laundry tonight.
Am I reading too much into this? Is there really a difference between the average AL and NL fan, to say nothing of the brand of baseball itself? Which do you prefer? Let me know in the comments, this here space being your antidote to the usual Leafs lunch.
Barry Bonds. Brrrr.
Oh, about last night:
The Yankees and the Angels just might be brewing up a good series, while the Red Sox are at death's door (and if last year is the guide, they've got Chicago right where they want 'em).
Here's your NL report, if you must: Astros romp, and the Padres are looking to the immortal Pedro Astacio, who couldn't pitch his way on to the Texas Rangers staff this season, to square their series. In other words, they're done.
In the CFL, the Ticats made a trade yesterday that may well help the Eskimos this year, and their chances next. Run, Jesse, run. That's the hope, anyway.
The stories out of Camp Raptor including Doug Smith checking in on new guy Mike James, who has a few things to learn about, including, apparently, our soaring gas prices. Mike, this ain't Texas anymore:
"I'd love to be in Houston with my convertible. Here, I'll have my Hummer. I have my snow boots. I have my snow coat, I understand how to adjust."
Sure Mike. Snow coat?
In the Globe, Rob MacLeod checks in on first-round pick Charlie Villanueva, and the Sun has a Matt Bonner update.
Almost forgot: The Rafer Alston Experience is tuning up in Houston.
Finally, here's a good read on the guy who writes those Monday Night Football halftime ditties.