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So at what point did Michael Strahan's cell phone start ringing today? The gap-toothed one played at a high level last year without the benefit of training camp, no reason to think he couldn't do it again this year.

You just know Carl Pavano will pitch just well enough to convince Brian Cashman to throw another $20 million for 2 years at him.

There literally isn't one rhythmic gymnasts in the top 10 who is not part of the old Soviet Bloc. Maybe Putin's real goal is to make sure the Ruskies sweep in London in 2012?

I'm sure this won't be the manliest statement I've ever made but an Olympic event I never would have thought I would like was synchronized swimming. This is like Cirque de Soleil in the water although watching 6 different teams was a bit much. I would like to see a synchronized eating event. A bunch of biker dudes tossing pork bellies over a grass hedge and catching it blindfolded with their mouths


Saw a restaurant today on Bleeker called New York HotDog’s and Coffee. This is the kind of combination I’m into. Who doesn’t like to wash down a chili cheese dog with a double mocha cappuccino?

Now I'm a huge fan of lesbians especially ones who don't like to wear brassiers but is there any chance Lindsay Lohan could at least help my fantasies by dating a chick who is at least slightly attractive?

Enough of not complaining.. now it is time for some complaining
Had this conversation with the Lad yesterday, tapas with a big crowd might be the worst idea ever.. First of all you wind up spending $50 a person and you find yourself at the pizzeria down the street 20 minutes after you walk out of the restaurant. I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that each individual tapa costs about $16 that you are under the false belief that two of these things should fill you up.

But more importantly you wind up sharing everything, which is the biggest issue I have with this. Everybody loves the idea of trying many different things but because everybody wants diversity nobody winds up doubling up on any specific item. This basically leads to a table filled with a ton of items that nobody is really into. So the bad news for you is that you get on small piece of the spicy strip-steak you ordered but the good news is that you can try to fill up between the bland potato cakes and the tomato and sardine mix. Three quarters of the items on the menu seem to have been added solely so you can have some inane dinner conversation about how interesting the combination of green peppers and turkey ham sounds. The food comes out and everybody dives into the garlic shrimp while the bowl of broccoli with Velveeda cheese sits there getting about as much attention as Evan Bayh will get for the rest of his life. Because you feel bad for hammering any of the individual items, you very quickly recognize that along with heartburn you will be left completely unsatisfied.


Of course I was the clown who suggested we all go for Tapas in the first place.