So where was I ?

I am wildly in favor of sloth..It doesn't appear to be all that deadly as a sin. There is plenty of room for a substantial boiler in cyberspace. Anyhoo, sloth it was and sloth it remains. I have no good reason for shirking on my responsibilities here at Strawman Towers.

I have maintained my staff save Phil in accounting who steered me into a massive condo complex purchase in Las Vegas..In hindsight, I should have just given the money to Madoff or Barry Zito.

At any rate, the boys in the ground floor offices are limbering up their laptops and we have cut some costs by opening a strip joint where the fitness room used to be.

We are sub-primed, sub-primed, I tell you to deliver hard hitting, insightful commentary on stuff we really don't know much about. We have been little more than a "Zombie" blog for months now but the party is over, people..

So what's with the Giants?

We like that the team has exceeded their quota of tubsters. All that cash that 'The Bowtie' saved by not signing Manny Ramirez will go quickly with the post game meal spreads these guys will require. As fast as the little dudes are I am hoping that Velez and Torres can get into the buffet line ahead of the larger assets lest they are forced into stripper gallivanting on an empty stomach.

Spring training was great for about a day or so, evolved into season 19 of Dancing With the Stars when all they can get is Donny Most and Pia Zadora, and drug on even longer before becoming a monumental slog akin to hiking around Bochy's head.

The Giants made some decisions which I plan to rail against unfairly and Bochy retained that almost mythical blandness usually only found in Logan Utah.

Sabean got some sweet deals on Gandolfini's wardrobe items at the Sopranos set garage sale and every possible good in the world relies totally on Lincecum. It's all falling into place..

Play ball.....