Why is Major League Baseball run by a bunch of asshats? It's almost as if they want people like me to lose interest in baseball -- why such crummy games on Saturday afternoon. Oops, I mean game, not games. The geniuses trying to monetize the sport have decided that the best way to please the fans is to restrict their access to games on Saturday afternoon to a single game. Alane thought this week's game would be the Mets, so I got all excited -- finished up the yardwork, parked myself on the couch, and turned on... the Dodgers. Or the Tigers. I don't know what the hell their showing but it wasn't the Mets so right now I'm watching Bobby Flay do a biscuits and jam throwdown.

Well, at least I know the Mets will be on tomorrow night. Unless the Amazin's make the playoffs that'll be about the last baseball I'll be watching this season, aside from the few innings of hapless Indians play that I watch here and there. Da Chimpz don't watch it either -- which is a shame, because they like to play the game. They'd learn more about it if they watched more on TV.

I don't think I even know the Mets' starting lineup anymore. What little I see is in the Post, which still gives Mets coverage short shrift, even now with the Yankees pretty much out of the race.

Earlier today I took down the gazebo-tent that has shaded the backyard for much of the now-departed summer. It was the structure's last hurrah -- a cheap POS that I squeezed two full seasons from. The canopy fabric tore as I pulled it off the frame, sealing its trash-bag fate.

Now I need the grass to regrow in the spots that had no sun for the last three months.