Some days the stuff in my head makes like Andy Dufresne escaping Shawshank -- i.e., it hacks out a hole in the wall, squeezes into a sewer pipe and crawls half-a-mile to freedom through the less savory stuff in my head.

Which is to say, thoughts tend to just pop out at times, some more fragrant than others:

* The Heat celebrated wildly and LeBron went all Laurence Olivier on the court after eliminating the Celtics last night. The Blob's take:One, LeBron remains the NBA's reigning drama queen, and, two, someone needs to tell the Heat there' are no rings involved for winning the Championship of the Second Round.

* It's May and Brett Favre says he's "done with football." The Blob's take (and the only appropriate response): Yeah, suuurrre.

* Apparently there is nothing that will get you kicked out of the BCS -- aka, "Brazen Crassness (is) Standard." The judgment on the Fiesta Bowl, whose staff bribed friendly politicians with illegal campaign contributions and whose CEO spent its monies on lavish parties and a blowout night at a strip club, is that it has to pay a $1 million fine. But, yes, it remains a member of the BCS club in good standing.

The Blob's take: Is it OK if we just blow the whole thing up now?

* So Albert Pujols of the Cardinals and Cubs GM Jim Hendry shared a manly hug the other day before any fans showed up to witness it. The Blob's take: Unless there was a documented open-mouth kiss involved, too, I'm yawning.

All for now.