Dear Red Sox management,

We already have one over-paid "power-hitter" that comes nowhere close to performing up to what his salary indicates... and our over-paid guy doesn't have that shitty attitude. Thanks, but no thanks.

With love,

New York*

Devils / Flyers tonight... Yankee manager's heads rolling... Lebron living up to the hype. It's a good time for professional sports.*

For the first weekend since I began working my weekend job, which was just over three months ago, I have a Saturday and Sunday off. I know the idea of a "weekend" is something that comes fairly natural to most people, but the thought of having absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to be for two straight days is a foreign feeling at this point. Sort of like a mental version of having a doctor take blood from your arm. You've felt it before.. but you approach it with caution.. and even when it's happening you can't help but think "this.. certainly.. feels weird." Yeah. So it's like that.

The leaves are golden, red, and yellow in New England and the smell of fall has overpowered the not quite missed smell of rotting trash that summer brings to the city of Boston. The weather for this weekend calls for mid-60's and I've got a pimp-ass Richie Tenenbaum costume ready to roll. Tomorrow's pay-day. If you don't mind me saying... "shit, life is good." *