Bedouin Bowl

Walking on sand which were probably walked on by the Pharoah's, Moses and the Israelites, Cleopatra and Marc Anthony (the Roman not the crappy singer) plus countless nomads, travelers and Bedouins.

A few observations based on the teachings of the Great Book and another great book



1) It does not surprise me that Moses could be lost out in this desert, it is vast and awesome.

Although it surprises me that he was able to convince his people to follow him for so long. Then he leaves for 1 week to get those commandments and they all depart from the grand mission??? WTF man, what the hell, they follow him for 40 years and it takes 1 week for some guy to point out that "this jackass has no clue where the hell he is going"



2) It is very obvious where Spielberg got the inspiration for the scenes of Luke growing up with his aunt and uncle.. Seems like all of Chapter 4 could have been filmed here



Although many battles have been fought I believe that there have not been many football games played in the great desert until yesterday.



Bedouin Bowl #1

Got off to a flying start as the Habibis took an early lead when QB Mexsiki threw a bomb to Sugar Shane but the Makmoud's came storming back capping the game with a strike from Sini Ma to Stinky Headscarf to take game the first ever Bedouin Championship



Bedouin Bowl #2

Under much harsher conditions, the BB#2 took on an immediate sense of urgency as star WR for the Makmouds Sini Ma had retired and was replaced on the squad by rookie free agent CleoEfje who in her first action threw a TD. The spark she brought was not enough as the Habibis dominated taking the second championship 3-1.



We are on our way to Luxor.

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Racing across the desert at (almost) 100 miles an hour

So apparently this is actually NOT the Sahara desert but instead the Libyan desert, either way the Bedouin guides somehow race across this desert doing 120km/h and use only the sun, moon and stars for a GPS. They set up camp right after sundown, build a makeshift tent and start a campfire.



And then night falls, the only light are the stars, the food is prepared by wood fire and as you sit around a circle of Nomadic in the middle of the desert, eating rice, potatos and Chicken. You feel the gaze of the desert foxes on you, smell the dry air as they fire up the wood coal Huka, start singing Bedouin songs and all of a sudden your blackberry goes off and you get bombarded by emails about your fantasy team and you are thrust back into civilization.. Isn't technology great?



I am convinced that the biggest difference between men and women is most clearly seen when having to take a leak outside, as much as chicks dread the concept, dudes find it incredibly freeing and enjoyable. Nothing feels like more manly and natural than taking out the old garden hose and watering the plants (or sand).



I cannot stress enough how much Mr. Bush is hated in the rest of the world and how much damage Iraq has done to our standing in the world, the good news is that these guys are convinced that Obama is a secret Muslim, so we are going to be A-OK.



More later

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Whiskey Falls

On route to the Sahara in a beat-up 1976 caravan, packed to the hills with Whiskey Falls on the Ipod. Nothing like listening to country when you feel like you are not wanted in another country, especially when you can't even drown your sorrow is some whiskey... I won't be afraid but I do get a bit icky when the world moves at a pace I can't follow. Especially cause the driver took an inventory of each of our nationalities as we depart Cairo to spend 3 nights in the desert, sleeping under the stars on the border of Khadafi land



I can't remember the last time I felt so out of place anywhere in the world as I felt driving through the outskirts of Cairo this afternoon. Not exactly sure what the word for 'white guy' in Arabic is but I'm pretty sure it involves spitting on the windshield. I'm only half kidding when say that one of the major reason's I hate Bush is that I am sick of feeling the darts of hatred shoot out of people's eyes when I travel.


I am not naive enough to question why the rest of this world hates us although the Jon Bon Jovi tribute probably didn't help my own cause.



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Egyptian Wedding

When do you realize a bad idea is.... a really bad idea?

Most of the time it is after the fact but honestly you have to admit that it usually occurs to you in the middle of the act. Like hitting on a hard 12, ordering a round of tequila in any situation or eating from a street cart in a third world country..

Then there is an even bigger mistake...doing a wedding striptease in a country where the women are covered head to toe while you pull a Hulk Hogan to your undershirt. So 5 minutes after you walk off the stage, soaked in sweat and your buddy tells you the crowd was horrified, this is when you think that islamic-american relations has probably been kicked back by about 5 decades.

All of us make mistakes but sometimes a mistake could and should have been avoided.. Like when I made the mistake of eating a swarma earlier today and then got the revenge of the Sphinx or at least the revenge of the uncooked meat.

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EgyptAir

Here is a list of things I hate about EgyptAir



1). Movie selection

Seemed like a collection of straight to DVD flicks all of them seem to star either Merrill Streep or Chris Kattan



2) The no booze thing..

11 hours without a few beers for a Righetti is like 11 hours with no air for you.



3) The stewardess' asses

Sitting on the aisle meant that everytime she walked past me that 2 seconds later my elbow was flicked off the arm rest by some size 18 bootie



4) Wake up call

WTF is wrong with you people.. They are so concerned you are taken care of that they wake you up in the middle of a Jennifer Anniston and Angelina Jolie catfight dream to hand you a piece of stale bread and an Evian. Why not let sleeping dogs lie, or at least sleeping Righetti's fantasize.



5) The Terminal

Cairo airport can most closely be described as the waiting room in Beetlejuice.. Everybody's got small heads and when you get your number it is 956235 and they just called number 12.

If they filmed that Tom Hanks movie here it from an above type security camera, it could have been called Ants. A million people squeezed into a small room with endless lines upon endless lines.



Plus they make you buy some $15 visa. I know why they do this (revenue) but the concept is stupid since they don't do a background check or investigation.. You give them $15 and they give you a sticker, feels kind of like going snowboarding; endless lines and some ridiculous amount to ride the lift.



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Egyptian Cotton

When you step off a plane in a third world country, you are almost always a bit shocked. The shock is not by the people, the conditions or the poverty but rather by the clusterf*ck what is the rest of the world. I am the anti Thomas Friedman when I tell you the world is not flat, it is an egg shape. There is no rhyme or reason to the speed of the rest of the world, nothing moves in predictable patterns, on regular schedules, in between the painted lines on the streets or with normal flowing toilets.

The crowds at the airport move to some kind of hidden beat in rotation through snaked lines where the lack of signs or directions seem like a rite of passage and the real expectation is that with a few $$$, you can rush past all of this chaos. The American dollar still has value, maybe not on the currency trading floors

I need a drink and I need a drink now

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11 hours to Egypt in coach

There are only a few things that can be considered less miserable than flying over 10 hours in the back of an airplane but I am about to venture onto that miserable path.



I realize that I forgot

1) a handheld cell phone charger, so blogs might be spotty while I trek through the Sahara

2) Some good anti diarrhea pills cause I know the pain that can be third world cooking.



The issue with coach is of course that you are treated like cattle but secondly that there is just no place for a 6'2" dude to hide his legs, so I play games to get me through the flight.

When I flew to Taiwan, I never got out of my seat once, not to take a leak, not to get a water nothing. I got out of the plane and my feet looked like two sausages, I wish my other appendixes grew the same way..

I sat there refusing to get up with blood clots forming in my legs.. But I did it, screw 26.2 grueling miles through the NYC streets, this was 14 hours surrounded by stinky tofu, in a seat area of probably 4 square feet.



Bad life

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Road Trip Food

Is there anything better than road-food? I can think of only a couple of things!!!



See, when you are on a road trip all rules of healthy eating is out the window right in time to pull up to the drive through window.



But what I was explaining to a few friends who were (un)fortunate enough to be stuck driving 3 hours to CT on Christmas Eve was that there isn't a better meal than the Big Mac... Not only is it delicious but it is the perfect size for driving since it is the most burger you can hold in one hand while still keeping your car straight. I have perfected the ability to hammer a Big Mac while barreling down the highway at 65 MPH.

See you can't do this with a Whopper, because although it is delicious it is messy. The Big Mac is so compact that it is almost completely self contained and it packs a ton of punch. Eating a whopper while driving is a recipe for getting mayo on your pants and then everybody will think you didn't get road food but road.....



Now people will give you other options

Arbys tastes like it was a freezer burned steakum and Roy Rogers (which might not be around anymore) tastes like abused meat.


Wendy's is a close second to the McDonalds but that is probably based on value alone, the combination of flavor, compactness and class that is the Big Mac puts it over the top

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The Thoughlessness of the No Thought gift

Regular TOR contributor Philthy Ryan commented on this recent entry about crappy gifts, where we were making the point that there is no value in getting a crappy gift.   The entry was suppose to be wrapped up with this line

I can already see it now, I rip open some red wrapping paper and gaze upon some crappy sweater or ugly picture frame and think “I wish you would have saved your money.” Screw the concept of the “thought that counts”, my theory it’s "the gift that should count."

Mr. Ryan makes the point that what this editorial's message was not only lost with this line but actually contradicted the original message. We agree that there appears to be a different message embedded in this line than we meant to convey and now believe we would have better off stating , it's not the 'thought that counts' but rather the thoughtless gift that shouldn't count.

The point here is that don't get me something unless it is well thought out and not something I want to hang myself with. The gift which had virtually no thought behind it, is actually not gift at all but just trash.   It is the Trojan horse, it forces a thank-you for something that was probably just re-gifted.  

The worst offender for something like this is something you are expected to display in your home, this is a double ball kick. When you get an ugly sweater you can just toss it in a goodwill bag but a wall painting or an ugly vase is gonna be the kind of thing that somebody asks about the next time they are at your place.

My apartment is too small, my patience to short and I am too cranky to want something hanging on my wall that I don't personally love.

That's it for now... More later

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My life is going from terrible to even more terrible every second.

At almost 33, I still haven’t figured out how to manage my life correctly because I never feel like I have any time for anything ever. I don’t any kids, pets or real responsibility e but feel like I wake up, go to work, get home from work, fall asleep and do it all over again. It’s like I go through the motions just to complain about them on some stupid blog and then rinse, wash and repeat. Well that is the week and then comes the weekend when I fell like I have even less time. My laundry remains undone, my dishes are never finished and my life feels like a total mess.

I don’t know what I have to do but somehow I need to add about 3 hours to my day because I have no time to watch football at all.

There I sit at a Christmas party talking about the joys of past, present and future hoping that the dude in front of me moves just 3 inches to the left or right so that I can catch a glimpse of the game. I dream about football, I die by football but I never find any time to watch football and this game had the makings of a classic with Favre in the snow. Although honestly I wish I hadn’t seen any of it because I wanted to poke my eyes out with the same ice-pick I would have stuck in my ball sack from hearing jackass after jackass drone on about the financial crisis. I would prefer you strap me in the driver seat in a blizzard, barreling down Route 91 with no traction on my tires before hearing another conversation about Christmas shopping, the weather or the financial mess.

Not having the chance to watch football makes me hate everything about Christmas, from the dirty toilets at the Toys R Us, to the dirty toilets at the Target, to the Guys who suck the life out of me with the whining about the dirty toilets... to the smiling idiots who wish me a Merry Christmas, to the crappy gifts I get and can’t re-gift and the crappy gifts I don’t get to at least have a reason to complain about.



So Bahumbug to all and all a good night

The reason the US can never become green

It comes down to one thing, we don't like to be forced to sit close to other people



Let's think about mass transportation:

First of all the suburban sprawl makes it impossible for most places to have adequate rail-roads which makes the only real method of mass transportation buses. The issue is that we see ourselves as being above this third world method transportation.



I am not sure why buses seem so much worse than trains because trains and subways aren't all that great but they do.



Is it that buses are above ground and you are embarrassed to be seen in 'em? Or is it that we are disgusted by what is perceived as the preferred method of transportation for the lowest common denominator?



Just look at bus depots: they feel like they were designed as a place for junkies meet-and-greet and seem like the only place where it seems acceptable for parents to beat their kids in public.



I bet it would cost $45 to take a bus, it would probably be 10 times nicer, no because the bus would be any nicer but because nobody could afford it keeping it the stink out of them.



So public transportation doesn't work cause the snooty upity pampered auto-driving public refuse to ride the bus...so the next alternative is the car pool.



This is the thing about car-pooling, it's a good way to Green the commute to work but honestly why the hell would you want to spend every morning sitting next to other schmuck who unlike a bus you probably have to talk to. Plus you're forced onto some communist type schedule cause all the workers have to get into and out of work at the same time. Then it probably takes a year and a day, as you probably drive and extra 25 miles to drop off the schmuck. Honestly there isn't enough money in the world that would get to be force to sit next to that schmuck as he yaps on about the weather or the economy.



I'd rather ride a bike in freezing rain up a hill both ways.

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Let it snow

You know what is nuts about Connecticut?

Not just the fact they love women's basketball but the DWI signs up on the roads.

Driving up 95 last nigh it occurred to me how differently the CT people see the drinking and driving issue than NY people do.

The sign illuminated above the highway said "No Drinking and Driving over the limit."

You'd think "No drinking and driving" would be what you are pushing but they had to specify "over the limit"

In other news Congress voted themselves a nice raise as we go into the Christmas recess, how is that for some responsible leadership. I would think that the financial crisis would have curbed this kind of selfish crap but then again these are senators and congressmen, the most scummy people on Earth.

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Rules of Engagment (part 3)

If you are going to post two parts of a Maxim article that didn't get published back in 2002, you may as well post the final one too.
Part 1 and Part 2 can be found here


Part 3 is here

Hanging with a handful of college girls the other night seemed fairly interesting especially because their motto during this Spring Break trip was “what happens in New York, Stays in New York”. Well what doesn’t happened in New York should not have been made to sound like something that might not be repeatable outside of New York. First of all the nastiness of trying to find a bar which doesn’t card and gives these chicks a somewhat decent time is one thing but then when they expect me to do all the entertaining it becomes painfully obvious why these chicks are spending their Tuesday morning recovering from their Hangovers while sitting in History Class while I’m spending my Tuesday Morning recovering from my hangover sitting at work. Actually that is a horrible example but what are you gonna do? The fact is that world experience does have some more value than originally meets the eye, I’ve been blessed that I’ve seen a few places and met some interesting people throughout my life but these girls found the joys of smoking up and going pumpkin picking a great pastime. One was telling me about this great book she just picked up called “Walden”. Then I spent the rest of the night hearing about her boyfriend and how he was going to get a covershot for Snowboarder magazine. Though I ride, I’m proud to say I’ve never picked up a single issue of Snowboarder magazine. The problem is a college girl is like snowboarding, fun to ride but not a whole lot of interesting articles in between the pictures.



I know one thing about me which is that I never go into a meeting with a new person without at least having 3 or 4 sure-fire stories in my back pocket, something that you can whip out at moments notice just to give you an opportunity to keep the conversation light and interesting, would it be wrong to ask some of these chicks to have something prepared also?






The point to this whole thing is that I know I’m not all that bright but that’s cool, I have done worse and I’ll do better, but whenever you’re having Italian-American food while playing conversational ping-pong with a 19 year old you know you’re in for a good time. I got a set of blue balls, a corkscrew and a headache to prove it.

I have the bladder of a pregnant woman

My transformation to a full fledged chick is almost complete, first I had to wear the training bra, then I had to deal with my fat thighs, of course there was that time I got the fat pregnant lady ankles and then came that nasty bout with a UTI but now my bladder is acting like I’m six months pregnant.


Luckily this bladder issue isn’t coming up all the time but this morning in hit the diner next to my office and proceeded to down about 10 cups of coffee. It’s 11AM and I’ve already run to the can three times since 8:15 this morning. It’s as if my body is completely incapable of processing caffeine because as soon as I have more than 1 cup of coffee, I find myself desperately searching for a bathroom for some needed relief. Sometimes it hurts so bad that I find myself doing the jig from one foot to another in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure on the bladder when there isn’t an open stall. Alcohol does it to me also but nothing is as bad as a cup of coffee

Now back to a more important topic, diners. As much as I hate crappy Christmas gifts, I love diners from the waitresses to the grilled cheese. The quality is just so-so, but the prices are fantastic and they give you get that bottomless cup of Joe. Plus the diner is really one of the only places left on this world where you can get a cup of coffee for less than $1.00.

Except for the price, it’s really the Starbucks before Starbucks as you can sit at a diner sipping coffee for 3 hours reading the paper and nobody bothers you at all. You just get refill after refill and run back and forth to the men’s room three times per hour but nobody every makes you feel like you should scram.

I am the Grouch Who Hates Crappy Christmas Gifts

If you are planning on getting me a gift this year, please make sure it’s good because I really hate receiving crappy Christmas gifts, bahumbug.   Now I must say that I’m not a against Christmas and I’m not anti-gift, I just prefer good gifts over crappy ones.

I can already see it now, I rip open some red wrapping paper and gaze upon some crappy sweater or ugly picture frame and think “I wish you would have saved your money.”   Screw the concept of the “thought that counts”, my theory it’s "the gift that should count."

The Righetti gift concept is pretty easy. I won’t get you anything unless I see something I think you really will like. I haven’t gotten any friend a birthday gift since probably age 10. And that time was only because my mom sent me to the Roller Rink with a $20 bill stuffed in a crappy card.

This is my promise to you, when I find something I think is perfect for you, I’ll buy it and give it to them the next time I see you. You’ll probably never see me show up at a birthday party with anything other than my smiling mug and if do show up with a present the chances are that it isn’t for you.

Now I think I’ve made it clear I’m not a big fan of the crappy gift but when I do get one of these trinkets please make sure it’s not totally worthless because I am a big fan on the re-gift (as the re-gifter not the receiver of a regift). If you are going to give me something that I don’t want, at least let it be something I can give to somebody else.

There is no place the crappy gift is more prevalent than at a Secret Santa or a White Elephant swap. This is when most people try to get rid of shit in their house they themselves don't want.  Honestly I have gotten more crap from these things than anything else because chances are you are buying something for somebody you hardly know. And even when the gift is good it still sucks, because I already have 10 of those easy wine-bottle things and a hundred Jets shirts.

I Heart Sushi

Raw Fish is an interesting choice in the fact that it's one of those foods that people have a really strong opinion on; it's the kind of food somebody either loves or hates, there is no in the middle.

First of all, we have to clear up a misconceptions when it comes to sushi because a lot of people claim to like it but like something that is close to sushi but not exactly sushi.  When I’m talking about sushi I'm talking strictly about a chopstick and a piece of raw fish,  not a philadelphia, california or dragon roll.   I don't think I've ever met a person who claim that they just kind of like sushi, it's a total black or white issue, you either love it or you don’t.


The other funny thing about sushi is that people seem to fall into one of a few groups when it comes to raw fish and within those groups guys and girls are completely different. Guys are a bit more adventurous and break down into two types

1) The “I eat sushi but I’m not crazy about it” group. These guys will have had it a few times but will never suggest it on their own and when they do have it it’s only on a special occasion. I always think these dudes just eat it because they want to prove that they can but really are probably trying to impress somebody on a first date or something.

2) The second group is filled with guys who could go for raw fish five days per week, have a seat reserved at the sushi bar and know the entire menu by heart.


Chicks on the other hand seem to fall into three completely different groups when it comes to eating raw fish.

1) The first group has never had sushi or sashimi, thinks it yucky and will never have raw tuna no matter what.

2) The second group believes they’ve had Sushi cause they had a Dragon roll once in college after a few too many beers. A dragon roll is delicious but this is NOT sushi, I can see how somebody might think it’s close but it’s not.

3) The third group is practically a dude when it comes to raw fish. They are a special breed who absolutely love and crave it. These chicks know more about the sushi than I’ll ever know. They have tried every piece on the menu, can tell you what piece of sushi is from across the room and know how to prepare it themselves. I’m not exactly sure which sushi restaurants they go to since I’m never invited to come along but these places are traditional places, they are strictly a sushi bar, they don’t serve any teriyaki or yakitori.


I like the chicks in group three cause they like what I like although they were somehow born with a lot more knowledge about the cuisine than I have.

But even the biggest sushi fan will tell you that when a piece of tuna is good, it's really good but when it's bad it makes your stomach turn. You all know the horror stories; rotten tuna has ruined sashimi for many guys (and probably a few girls too). A guy who loves sashimi for example will have eaten it hundreds of times throughout his life and he'll vaguely remember the ones that were great, mix up the ones that were average BUT he will always remember the time a bad piece of tuna touches his lips. The person who had a bad tuna experience will laugh about it with his buddies later but as he first bites down and he feels his stomach turn there is nothing more than to run out the room before he pukes all over the plate.

Honestly this is not a laughing matter as it probably means that the restaurant is selling used tuna or the sushi chef has not been hygienic. You can't be dining at shady all-you-can-eat place downtown after drinking all night. First of all you know the fish isn't fresh and secondly those kinds of places will always make you feel kind of disgusting when you walk out of the place. In my opinion you gotta find a good place and then make that your sushi joint. You get to know the chef, learn the menu, find out what you like and then go there for dinner all the time.

this week in politics

So our president gets attacked by some shoe-wielding psycho and I wonder why nobody paid any attention to Richard Reid? I was a bit disappointed in the secret service for allowing this guy to get a second shot off although I was impressed with the cat-like quickness of El Presidente.


You know this is going to mean that all the reporters at the presidential press conferences are going to have to take their shoes off before entering the conference room. I can just see poor Campbell Brown sitting at some boring press conference with Helen Thomas' smelly dogs propped up right next to her glazed donut and medium coffee.


The Blagojevich story keeps having life to it with the embattled governor refusing to step down from his post. The one thing I always find interesting is how quickly the circle of people on a ship jump overboard when the ship hits the ice-berg. Every article I've read about this guy over the weekend is from aides, colleagues or friends completely throwing this guy under the bus. Most of it has nothing to do with the present scandal, but they are bringing up all sorts of things to show how big a scumbag he really is.  They can't find anybody who claims to have ever liked him, the lieutenant governor claims he hasn’t spoken with him in 3 years, Obama's aide's deny any relationship at all, his father-in-law says the guy is a total fraud and I think I read that his Golden Retriever came out the other day and said that he never takes him out for a walk.
This guy went from some governor with a crappy haircut who nobody has ever heard of to the guy everybody knew yelled at his kids in a parking lot, ran dogs over with his car and would steal canes from blind people. I’m not saying that all that isn’t true but it’s funny that none of this stuff was ever written about before last week.

Simply Having a wonderful Christmas Time.

Not sure when it happened, but at some point I got old..  Not yet 33, but standing at a crowded  bar last night I felt like I was 60.  This is not the first time I've been at a bar, let alone a crowded bar but I've never felt more like wanting to pull the fire alarm.

It's not that I hate bars, a specific ethnicity or crowds but I really hate crowded bars packed with 500 people of the same ethnicity.  Why in New York city on the cusp of 2009 somebody would seek out a place packed with only people of ones own ethic group makes me want to jab Kimchee in my eye

Not only do these bars suck cause they are so loud you feel hoarse from screaming all night and thirsty because you can't ever get close to the bar but you feel you are standing in a giant hot meat locker.
Again nothing against meat or lockers but when I feel like I'm in a car wash between some dipsh!t  22 year old dude with a fish-head and some fat thighed chick who smells like a fish, I long for the stability of an Irish pub packed with white people. With these two pressing start to rub up against each other (and inadvertently me) I analyze the situation in the same way I would when I first step onto an airplane.  What this is the easiest most direct beeline to an exit.

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Ronnie James Dio, you got to be kidding me

Was hanging at a bar on Thursday Night and was sitting next to some dude who was the biggest Ronnie James Dio fan alive. That is like telling me you are a huge Sammy Hagar fan or trying to convince me that best roomate was Cindy or Terri.
This dude thought the stories that Dio told in his music made him the premier song-writer of our generation but then again I think this dude plays Everquest online, so what the hell does he know.. Looks like he hadn't gotten laid in a generation.


By the way, who knew but Dio is 66 years old and he is about 5'6" and apparently he's got a following..
The same dude told me that he equates Appetite for Destruction with Back in Black or Hotel California. Which is like saying the Bible is like the phone book just because everybody has one. Back in Black is actually pretty good but Hotel California makes me one to stick an ice-pick in my eardrum. Even if you try to tell me Back in Black is great....it doesn't compare..is AfD we are talking about..
Rock and Roll died the day Slash started that Snakepit.

$160 Million for a fat pitcher????!!!!???/

This has to be the week of make-believe


First Congress throws $14 billion at a failing auto industry then pulls it back, what is up with all this Indian Giving, the only thing that directly affects me is that my 401K will have a roller coaster ride today? 

My issue with this bailout isn't so much the $14 Billion as it is that these dudes probably need $140 billion. That is like going Sabathia going to an emergency room after his left arm's been torn off by a lion and the doctor putting a 2" band-aid on it.

What the hell is the point????!!!

I have no idea what the best thing to do with this automotive industry but I know for sure that I think it's anti-capitalism and anti-darwinism to prop up companies that cannot survive on their own.  Now I also know that the amount of jobs that will be lost if GM and Chrystler go under and that the government will have to carry the burden based on the amount paid out as the unemployment ranks swell but in general I don't think this makes any sense.

Why the Yankees decide to throw more money at CC Sabathia than they ever would have for Johan Santana is beyond me.  The Yankees entire plan going into last season is out the window (build from within, don't spend ridiculous money on free-agents).  Look at Sabathia, the dude is 300lbs, I know that David Wells model kind of works but it doesn't work for $160 Million dollars.   $23 Million Per Year does afford you some spending cash for the Righetti Fat Slob Tax.

I promise, no more baseball blogs for a few months.