overeducated and underemployed

well how about that

The Mets have the best record in baseball and are the first team to clinch a playoff spot.

David Wright and Cliff Floyd says bumps all around, Metropolitan fans!

the best promotion in flushing since boxnocular day

And yes, the Mets are currently 12 games up. Yow! I am going to continue to be excited about it until they start to slide, at which point this excitement will be deemed the cause, and I will be forced to repent for my wrongheaded pre-hatched chicken counting ways.

miami heat win nba title

And while I wasn't exactly cheering for Shaq and co., I'm happy they've enabled me to post the following with the utmost confidence:

what's up now, national league east?

I don't want to alarm anyone, but the Mets just swept the second place Phillies, putting them nine and a half up in the division. Early, yes, I know. But not only does this team have the requisite team work to make the dream work, they have the support of hottie Michael Vartan (as I learned last week when they played the Dodgers) and perhaps most importantly, the best name in baseball since Bubba Trammell went batshit: Lastings Milledge.

If that doesn't translate to un-fricking-beatable, I don't know what does.

[ed. note: please, everyone, knock wood.]

caption contest time?

Hit me with your best shot.

In the wake of Haditha, Condi Rice and newly appointed White House public relations consultant Mr. Met proudly announce plans to arm U.S. troupes with t-shirt cannons.

pic thanks to t-l

game time in clipper nation

...You better believe Elton's ready.

Let's go Clips!

because holy fucking crap! seemed inappropriate

...The Clippers store is selling these Ralph-Lawler-catchphrase-based tees.

Still, I think I'll hold out for the Western Conference Championship "Oh Me Oh My!" gear. Make it happen, Clips.

afternoon clips: whilst awaiting round two edition

- Huzzah! The George Masoning of the Clippers has begun.

- Amen Raja. Though it might have been wise to exercise the wisdom of the Kaman and stay in for game six...

- Because I didn't get around to posting it yesterday, here: revel in a little Clipper pictoral bliss. My favorite? Sam X-ing out another game.

- And finally, ladies and gentlemen, I am the most famous internet Clippers fan ever (wink).

drawing a line in the sand

All right Clippers. Tonight is huge. No, not because it could be your first chance to win a playoff series since the Buffalo days...as big as that is, that's not what this is about. Tonight is about letting the world know that if you eff with Chris Kaman (and, umm...Chris Kaman Jr.), you're going to pay.

We can only assume that Sam Cassell has held a team workshop in legal on-court retribution in preparation for this event. Reggie Evans, you best check yourself.

Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the spectrum, Elton Brand is a nice guy. And I can vouch for it. He totally didn't beat up my friend for hitting on his lady at a Duke bonfire back in the day.

playoff musings

-In the NBA, defense is called "fouling". If you are under the basket with your hands up, and someone breezes by you impressively in an attempt to throw up some ill-advised circus shot, you have fouled them. Simply by virtue of your existence.

- Somehow, the extra eight minutes in an NBA game translates to an extra eight years of viewing time... what with all the foul-related clock stoppage and product to be sold.

- Even though it is both a bad angle and bad luck, the telecast producers insist on shooting at least 10 possessions a game with the sickening "I'm somewhere in the rafters, behind the action, and almost upside down" view. Nothing good happens at this angle, either on the court or at home in my newly dizzy-made head.

- The Clippers are awesome, and last night's performance was not indicative of that awesomeness. Prepare ye the way of the Clips.