The semi-annual Jack Fu hiatus

Yep, it's once again time for that rite of December and April, where my exam period sneaks up and drives a wedge between theblog.net and me. This time it's actually pretty helpful, as the NHL and NBA aren't yet to their infinitely-more-interesting-than-the-regular-season playoffs, and baseball, well ... is baseball. As such, I have even less to say than usual. Shocking, I know, but it turns out it WAS possible.

Wait a minute, there's the little matter of the Buckeyes inexplicably deciding to change their football uniforms to some kind of hideous Wisconsin-offshoot, a development which I met by audibly gasping and then putting on a newsboy cap and muttering, "Say it ain't so, Tressel. Say it ain't so," for about five minutes. Seriously, not only was there nothing wrong with them, but they were CLASSICS. Worn by the '68 national champs and used in every season since, except for a period of universal hideous fashion decisions, both in sports and out, more popularly known as "The 80s," they were beacons of tradition. I could grudgingly put up with the strange see-through pants of last year, but seriously, this is going too far. Please, everyone who's reading this (yes, that means BOTH of you), don't buy these monstrositites. If you've already got a jersey, wear that one. If you don't have a jersey, wear a frickin' sweatshirt or something. Don't give in. No, it won't change anything, but you won't be mistaken for a friggin' Wisconsin fan anytime, either.

So I leave, again, with a scant few words of advice:

A.) You may never be getting an NL preview from Todd, and one way to ensure that you'll never get one is by asking for it.
B.) For an amusing take on the Barroid Bonds situation, as well as the Steroid Era in general, please check out Chuck Klosterman's piece on ESPN.com, and do so before the Worldwide Tyrant puts the column under their money-grubbing "Insider" heading.

Be seeing you...