Two weeks ago I said that if the Post is covering it, the trend has already jumped the shark. That means YouTube.com is now passe’. Too bad because there were some really funny clips on there of people who thought they had talent.

Sunday’s draft choices for the ‘Skins didn’t contain any real shockers but that’s not going to stop them from being analyzed like the Iran nuclear program. Not that anybody can really tell the long term impacts of either event so soon. Still, it gives us football junkies something to do until fall. Personally, I still think that Gibbs needs some guidance on how to deal with the modern draft. It seems like he gives up more picks than he gets, and hopes to spend enough on free agents to cover the losses.

THE WOMAN and I managed to sneak in nine holes at the local par-3 on Sunday morning. THE BOY was at a birthday party (yes I know, it was during church so all 20 of the kids attending will burn in hell for eternity) and we took advantage of the chance to hit some balls. Add that to FDSM having a new ‘one true love’ come over to meet me yesterday it was a really good weekend. The new ‘one true love’ looks like a 12 year old and likes Star Wars. It should be fun to see how long he lasts.

I’m glad to see that Anna Nichole now has a fresh chance to get her hands on her later husband’s money. The whole ordeal is something that could have been taken care of in about 30 minutes when the old geezer died. His family should have made her a reasonable offer, let her keep the stuff she had, and sent her packing. Like any good stripper she would have taken the money and ran. I bet they could have gotten off for a lot less than they have spent on attorney fees.

The Nationals continue their decent into suckdom. But THE BOY’s t-ball team won a close one Saturday morning. Not that they keep score in the ‘everyone bats self-esteem’ league, but he thinks the final score was 13 to 12. It was a lot of fun to watch and I was drafted to be the third base coach. In other words I stood there and told our guys when it was time to run home. Finally a job that I’m good at.

I’ll have more this afternoon. Maybe.