The social ramble done passed us by years ago. Shoot, out to sup with other people on a Tuesday night? You crazy kids. Back here in suburbia, it was the microwave and the Mets.

More or less how Brett Myers prepared things.

Mrs. Paul's just introduced a grilled salmon dinner with the oddest directions. Cook on high […]

So tonight seemed like one of those unfortunate evenings in which baseball must be sacrificed on the altar of a well-rounded life, alias the social ramble. Which a certain wise pitcher once noted ain't restful, and which also can't be good for one's fan karma.

Ordinarily I would have felt guilty that I shut off my […]