Last night I watched my boys- the NY Mets, of course- lay a weak swinging egg against the Oakland A's, a weak swinging team. Luckily for them, the Metros have about half of a decent hitting team, and that half is slumping; and they have a leadoff hitter who can't hit the breaking ball.

********************

Phil Jackson is back in LA where he can wrestle with Kobe's ego and wrestle with the boss' daughter (Jeanie Buss, his girlfriend). Good times, zen master, good times.

One aspect of his return to LA-LA is that Lamar odom is going to either become a hell of a player or, well, become a Knick. I actually hope for the former. Phil's offense is predicated on spacing and uunselfishness and finding the open man. The problem with Lama Odom is that he, like Rasheed Wallace, is actually looking for the open man. Which is confounding to other players who wexpect everyone else to look for their shot and if there are three people in the way, make the pass. Odom is an amazing player if you have a couple of other guys who can score.

********************

Florida State's QB Wyatt Sexton seems to have had a disassociative incident, claiming himself to be the son of God. If it wasn't so tragic, it'd make great heckling material. What am I saying? I'll be dropping subtle God jokes during any Seminoles football game.

********************

Even with the Mayor turning his sights to the slummy, shadowed borough of Queens, the NY Jets are still at the stadium game on the West Side.