Take Me Out To the [ Braves ] Ball Game" or "Buy Me Some Peanuts and Crackerjacks"

So gas prices are out the roof , and people are dying in Iraq and other points on the compass, and there's a brouhaha brewing in the Supreme Court, and N'awlins has been devestated, and flight attendants are pissed with their portrayal in Jodi Foster's new movie, and 800 million Chinese don't give a shit about our national pasttime, and my buddy hoots is writing about Abu Ghraib, and Brittany Spears admitted "pooting" and "burping" like any other person when she's not on stage, and yours truly tries to stay engaged with the national scene, but the Braves came through tonite with "Smoltzie" on the mound.

I told me mum, who is one of the Bravos biggest fans, that "Smoltzie would come through in the big game and kick Houston's Asstros back to Texas. Sure, they got beat in the first game, but they just needed to get a bad outing out of their system, due to their past performances in the playoffs since 1995, when they won their only World series. Ironically, it was a strike-shortened season back in the days of Bill Clinton.

Brittany's pooting and burping is a big story along with the other aforementioned topics, but I've had enough of the depressing news stories for this month. So bring on baseball, and most of all, my Bravos. Who this pundit is picking to kick some ass in the World Serious, er, Series. See ya in late October.