First of all: I finished the buttonhole band. It took a little puzzling (I was tired) to realize that "YO and bind off one" three times meant you bound off the yarn overs.

Secondly, it's rather irritating to be greeted (at 5:10 am, while exercising at the ONLY time of the day I can be sure to have 45 uninterruped minutes) by the radio newsperson reading this story (requires free, but perhaps spam-producing, registration) on the air: "A-Rod on Rangers: It was me and '24 kids' "

Um, Alex? Not the way to treat your former teammates, dude. If you think they were incompetent, fine (and yeah, the Rangers have stunk up the ballpark since I've lived in their fan base area) but you DON'T smack them publically.

And another thing: ""I was overcome with a sense of depression," Rodriguez said. "There were days I didn't want to go to the park." "

Again with the saying things out loud that should only be going on in your head, dude.

Let me give you my unsolicited opinion. I work for a living, my friend. Granted, I consider my job better and more fun than the majority of them out there, but I still work, and work hard. When I hear someone whining about how "depressed" they were in a job where they made more money in a day than I make in a year, it's hard for me to work up a heapin' helpin' of sympathy.

Oh, and the "there were days I didn't want to go to the park"? Dude, EVERYBODY has days when they dread going to work - maybe it's not that their co-workers are incompetent, but maybe they've got a (expletive deleted) load of paperwork on their desk. Or they have an angry angry person as a higher-up. Or maybe they deal with rude or boorish customers. Or maybe they have an evening meeting Every. Freekin'. Night. this week, capped off with getting a cavity filled at the dentist on Friday. Maybe they've taken on a bunch of extra work on a volunteer basis because it wouldn't get done otherwise, and all they ever hear in the way of thanks is complaints that the work's not done faster.

Alex Rodriguez, this is the tiniest violin in the whole world, and I'm playing it for you.

I just recommend that you never complain about having to go out and play baseball for the exorbitant sums you get paid in front of a Teamster or someone like that.

Gah. I've been grumpy all week. Being insanely busy does that to me.