Bub, that’s a good point, but there are lots of teams that are awful and stay awful because despite the fact that they pick early and often, their scouting department is crap – see the Clippers. I mean, Kansas City has to have had as many high picks as Tampa and they are still terrible. So there is some skill to developing a team from the dregs. And some luck too. The Braves were hell-bent on drafting Todd Van Poppel until he told them that if they did he would go to college. The Braves were forced to settle on their second choice and thus Chipper Jones became a Brave.
I dreamed last night that I was on a long journey in the company of an eccentric old priest. It was too crazy for words. We were hitchhiking on interstates, and he was devising a way to make money for the trip by selling medicines (they were real medicines, too) that he could make. But in order to be trusted, he had to make some spectacles out of scrap glass and wire. People trust a man with glasses, he says.
Does I-65 go to Jersey? Well this crazy black lady told us it did and we walked the interstate at night. Every exit ramp was like as high as a mountain, though. And every time we would start walking or climbing anywhere, the priest guy would start singing the Jefferson’s theme song. I know there’s limited entertainment value in other people’s dreams, but I had to tell this one. It really was like a movie.
Ca-razy dream Mr. Licious. I guess I’m super easy to please cause I loved it. I had no idea of the watch’s significance until it was too late. Did you notice that most with any real ties to life back home are no longer with us? With the exception of Claire and Desmond, get rid of Smokey and the rest are living a vacation!
Actually, I went to sleep watching Annie Hall. I think that did it. That dream was the offspring of a cerebral whirlwind. No Diane Keaton, though. Bummer. Hell, I’d have settled for Shelley Duvall. I forgot she was such a cutie, I’m used to thinking of her as Mrs. Torrance.
Well, it may or may not work, but here’s where I’m coming from: suppose you’re DOB, and some ruckus gets started on the blog involving 85 medical opinions from 84 bloggers on a player they’ve never met in their lives (including me). Would you validate that rigmarole by mentioning it to the player? I wouldn’t.
But if you got one private message about one condition, maybe.
The game hasn’t even started and Chip’s in fine form: “That Texas drawl of Chipper Jones…” I’m not looking it up, I’m going to state what I’m 99% sure of: Chipper’s from Florida. Right??
In other news – I’m with Leah that I’m loving my ABT t-shirts and my office will love my ABT mousepad tomorrow.