So, did ya miss me?
("You were gone?" is the appropriate and all too likely response).
Gotta tell ya, a few days unplugged from the constant yammer of 24/7 media is an odd and at times disorienting thing. Good thing nothing of note happened last week.
Well, except for Donny Helmet Hair getting truth-slapped by the President ... which transformed him into the national punchline instead of just one of many ... which in turn set off a great big honkin' car bomb beneath his alleged political aspirations, ... which in turn ignited a national drive to force him out of the pace car for the Indianapolis 500 ... which in turn meant the Speedway turned the wheel over to A.J. Foyt.
Which is what the Blob was saying should have happened all along.
Nothing else happened last week but that, though.
Well, except for the Lakers (even the Zen Master himself, Phil Jackson) going to pieces like a cheap toy against the Mavericks, which only goes to show that when you're not used to dealing with adversity ... well, you're not used to dealing with adversity.
What else happened?
Oh, yeah, the Kentucky Derby, which was won by a little man on a horse (Good call by the Blob on that one). And the San Jose Sharks, who did what you're not supposed to do, which is let the Detroit Red Wings back in a series in which they were deader than all those octopi they like to throw on the ice at Joe Louis Arena. And the Washington Capitals, swept out of the playoffs by Tampa Bay, which means, unfortunately, that former Komet Bruce Boudreau likely loses his job as head coach.
And then, of course, there was this, from the Athletic Directors Gone Wild collection. Seriously, dude? You're firing your track coach because one of his athletes took his shirt off during practice on a warm day? As a former (and very bad) track athlete myself, the only response I have is, who doesn't do that?
Well. And perhaps this.