Fernando!

I can't get that damn song out of my head... I sing it every time he rocks the party (which, lately, has been a lot).

But first, let me offer my condolences to D Wright -- I'm sorry you didn't make it to the All-Star Game (I did everything I could; seriously, I voted until my eyes crossed typing those damn code numbers in) but at least you are a.) not going to screw up your swing again at the home-run derby and b.) going to get a few days' rest. Yay for you.

I love all the excitement around the games lately... I enjoy looking forward to games again. Today at lunch I went to ESPN Zone to watch the first hour or so of the game (it was perfect -- our game on one huge screen; Phils/Cards on the other) and then watched the rest in my office (yes, I love my job). As much as I like having day games to watch during work, it makes for a long evening. Fortunately, I was able to see the Pirates take care of the Yankees -- the next best thing to watching the Mets win is watching the Yankees lose, yes?

And gee, Moises, we never saw this coming, did we? Actually, I'm glad we have a final answer. Collect your things and go. Thanks. We appreciated you when you could play, we loved the hitting streak last year, we enjoyed your crazy batting stance. But. Your time is up. And I think we're going to be ok without you. Somehow we'll muddle through.

OK, now I have to figure out how to kidnap my nephew to bring him to Build-A-Bear Workshop day on Saturday. I'm just afraid my brother would notice if he was missing. Damn.