you only asked me why

Don't you think that I know that walking on water won't make me a miracle man?

This is a lazy blog post. It has no substance. It is free, though, so I am not to be held liable. I applied for 6 jobs today. I had a piece of banana bread, toasted and buttered. I filed my federal and state tax returns. These are things that I did, but I am not defined by them. Does the number .00 mean anything to you? That's the amount of Social security tips reported on my W-2 for 2010. Impressed? It doesn't show. The Barry Bonds article in the New Yorker was fun to read. They should hire Tina Fey as well, but what do I know? I'm only a blogging savant. Like Dustin Hoffman, but wearing a striped sweater from Old Navy.

If you don't 'get' this post, it's because there's nothing to get, no substance, as I said earlier, you should have been paying attention.

Grow Fins, Turkey

Manny did steroids? This must be a joke. That's probably the last name I would have expected to hear. Also, I have a hard time believing the excuse that the alleged Human chorionic gonadotropin was prescribed by the good old family doctor. What, Manny couldn't get pregnant? Maybe that's because he lacks a uterus. Take all the fertility drugs you want, you still won't end up with a bun in the oven.

Yes, I am declaring Manny guilty based on little or no evidence. He's guilty. The question is, why? I don't care to explore that in this space. I'm a bad blogger. So sue me. It's a blog. It means very little.

I haven't read this yet, but Simmons is always good.