by Beth and Christian A Toronto Blue Jays game in progress

It was a rough day at the office. The Blue Jays are back at the God damn .500 mark after they dropped their rubber match against Satan's own Tampa Bay Devil Rays. Canadian content Scott Richmond was not magical by any means, but he gave us a chance to win. The hitters, as per the usual, couldn't get the job done with runners in scoring position. Tampa Bay improved to 9-3 against the Jays this season, and that is ridiculous... In other news that will have you reaching for the bottle, Scott Rolen's shoulder is messed up. The same left shoulder which has been operated on three times already. That's not good. Rolen and the Jays are calling it a "mechanical issue," and I have no idea what the hell that means. At least now I can blame Rolen's terrible season at the plate on his injury. For those who don't know, much like Bryan McCabe, I'm great at using the injury excuse. Really, really great. Everyone is well aware that Rolen is a wizard at third base, but with two years and a ton of loot remaining on his contract, is it fair to say that the Jays got absolutely roasted in the Troy Glaus for Scott Rolen trade? Sure, I think Glaus is a steroid using douchebag, but he's a steroid using douchebag with 18 home runs and 72 RsBI. That is, like, more than all the Toronto Blue Jays combined... Does anyone remember a time when the New York Yankees weren't buyers at the annual trade deadline? With catcher Jorge Posada lost for the season, New York went out and acquired Pudge freaking Rodriguez to replace him. This is after they picked up Xavier Nady and Damaso Marte last week. It must be nice to be a Yankee fan this time of year. The Evil Empire does not play around. I guess it's just the Yankees being the Yankees. Speaking of the Bronx Bombers, is there a better last name for the general manager of the New York Yankees than Cashman? Oh, the irony... Lastly, the news that completely ruined my evening yesterday: Mats Sundin has serious offers on the table from six NHL teams. And, no, we probably won't know his decision by August 1st. It was all a big tease. Let the Mats mania madness continue. Mats, you're killing me, man. A little more with each passing day... As you can see, I need a hug.