But so says the NYT.

"Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz, the sluggers who propelled the Boston Red Sox to end an 86-year World Series championship drought and to capture another title three years later, were among the roughly 100 Major League Baseball players to test positive for performance-enhancing drugs in 2003, according to lawyers with knowledge of the results."

As if this ceaseless crummy weather hasn't driven us all to our wits end simply by its nature: blocking out the sun and blanketing the region in a clammy, mildewy wet for who knows how many weeks now.

Now the rain's got to start messing with our baseball team?

I really still cannot believe what I saw happen last night. I was at Redbones around 8, tucking into some ribs, watching Smoltz cruise and our guys pile on runs.

When you were throwing your own hitless gem in 1977, was there a guy up in the booth crowing "no-no" every few minutes throughout the middle innings? Didn't you learn anything from our old friend Hazel Mae?

I'm not as worked up about it as some.

But sometimes a little superstition has its merits.

The Boston Astros kick off their 30th anniversary season tonight in Roxbury, feted by Boston sports legends such as Tommy Heinsohn, Joe Morgan, and, not least, former Astros hurler Manny Delcarmen.

The evening will include a practice demonstration, silent and live auctions, cocktails and dinner, all in honor of Astros founder Robert Lewis, Jr.

A beer at the new Yankee Stadium.

It's cheaper — a lot cheaper — to fly to Seattle to watch the Yankees play the Mariners at Safeco field (including airfare, car rental, hotel and food) than it is to watch them in the best seats at the new Toilet.

From Friday's New York Post:

Option 1: Two tickets to Tuesday night, June 30, Mariners at Yanks, cost for just the tickets, $5,000.

“Joe was the best hitter, Dom the best fielder, Vince the best singer.”
— Gay Talese, “The Silent Season of a Hero.”

His big brother may have had the more famous hitting streak, but Dominic had one of his own — 34 games, in 1949 — and it remains on Boston’s record books. It must have been a drag to live in his shadow (even the obits today have Joe's name in their headlines) but Dom was a superb player in his own right.

“Model citizen” no more, apparently.

And A-Rod must be giddy as a schoolgirl for the shift in attention.

Gotta say, I’m pretty shocked by this. I suppose I shouldn’t be. But for whatever reason, Manny’s always been one of those guys I just presumed had never juiced. He just seemed too natural of a talent, too hard a worker, just didn’t seem like the type

This is getting pretty funny. I, like most, was a bit skeptical when I first heard the Steven Soderbergh is planning to turn Michael Lewis’s Moneyball into a movie.

Unlike many, however, I’m actually sorta looking forward to it. Soderbergh is great, and I’m curious to see what he does with the thing.

Take a look at their April schedule. Notice something missing?

Good for them and everything, and I agree that none of those teams looks likely to be genuinely terrible, but the only AL East team they've played so far has been Baltimore. I say this not to criticize, of course; teams just play their schedules. But let's just keep this in mind before leaping to any crazy conclusions.

“...that referenced an increased pectoral size comparable to a woman's chest.”