Ok.  It’s another day in the blogsphere and nothing really to discuss except the brackets and baseball.  

For grins and giggles I used Tony Kornheiser’s bracket for one of my entries into the office pool last week.  No wonder he’s bitching and moaning about it today.  His picks are among the worst in our office.  On the other hand, my pick ‘em based on the mascot method has me one point off the lead.  

I don’t really care what my buddy Freakdaddy thinks about Calipari.  He’s brought the Tigers back to being a national contender for the first time in over a decade.  And he’s doing it with kids that actually graduate!  Of the 11 seniors he’s had in the program in the last six years EIGHT of them have graduated.  I can live with that.

And yes Todd, I still think of the Tigers as “Memphis State” too.  I am torn between a Huey’s burger and the Steak on a Stick. Either way, I’m taking the mammoth sized onion rings as my choice of side order.  

The Nationals manager, Frank Robinson, is not just old (72) but old school as well.  He’s in charge of his team damnit, and if the players don’t do things his way then screw them.  Case in point, Alfonso Soriano doesn’t want to play in the outfield so Robinson has sent him home with no pay.  And good for Robinson.  It’s not like the rest of us can get away with acting that way at the office.  I don’t care who you are, you should have to do what the boss says if you want to cash the pay checks.  Don’t want to play in the outfield?  Then go home and watch Dr. Phil all day.  Nobody really cares anyway.

Finally, I wonder if this would really work.