The Mitchell Report, Cover. TomKat, Inset.

The Mitchell Report is coming out. I am glowing with schadenfreude already. I can't wait to see which Major Leaguers are busted as steroid abusing freaks.

I can't help but draw a parallel between the steroid scandal and the tabloids, though. I mean, when Game of Shadows came out, ESPN ran a sidebar where you could compare skinny Pittsburgh Barry to the current Incredible Hulk model. It was almost exactly like those US Weekly shots of Farrah Fawcett one year ago, next to one of Farrah today, speculating whether or not she had plastic surgery.

Steroid watching is very much akin to tabloid reading. Which I suppose makes Troy Glaus akin to that naked girl from High School Musical, and Barry Bonds akin to Lindsay Lohan.

3 TDs and 3 FGs...

I was blown away when I saw the score for the Rangers-Orioles game yesterday. (Game 1 of the doubleheader of course. The score for game 2 was unremarkable.)

30-3.

Holy God.

Of course after facing Santana and Bedard, any pitcher is going to look like he is throwing BP. But 30 runs?

One of the cliches people spout when discussing what makes baseball great is that the games have no clock. As long as you are hitting, your inning will continue. The Rangers took that cliche to heart on Wednesday.