Where Will Clemons Land?

I have a particular ilk! You can imagine my surprise upon hearing this news. That particular ilk, I'm assuming, quite enjoys impassioned and protracted discussions of the details of the Anna Nicole Smith Celebu-tragi-comedy the likes of which you might find here.

I accidentally had a conversation with one of our firm's receptionist-bots about the very subject yesterday which sent me into such a deep state of panic that I nearly called 911. I only wish I were kidding. I understand that the "judge" cried while reading his "order". Well. I suppose that's one way of doing it.

Many sports bloggers are likening the Derek/RoRo feud, specifically the hysterical media attention it garners, to the Anna Tragedy or even to the Britney shavings. But I think that's just rubbish. I mean I can't seem to find an intellectually satisfying way of distinguishing the two, but that doesn't necessarily mean I can't call it rubbish. I mean there really isn't a lot about baseball that is inherently interesting to the laymen. And baseball geeks. Well, I mean, they exist in a strata all their own, and it shouldn't be disturbed. So these little dramas are essential to maintain interest in an activity, where essentially, a man throws, and another man catches, a small round object. In sexy ass.

Muy Calienete! Perhaps underrated but no doubt hotter as a Dodger.

Next Derek Jeter my ass.