Yep, all it took was a legitimate Jason Schmidt major league comeback to jostle me out of the three-week posting coma I had nestled myself in. I feel a little cheated to have missed out on writing about many landmark events that occurred during my time off (the Now Officially Insane Ron Artest signing with the Lakers, all 50 of Manny's different "returns," a fourth-of-July baseball/father-son bonding excursion in Southern California that was fucking awesome, three different marquee free agents turning down the suddenly fatheaded Blazers, etc), but I'm sure that I'll make up for all of that soon. For starters: expect at least ten different snarky/sarcastic responses to Jay-Schizz's inevitable "1.1 IP, 8 H, 7 BB, 10 ER" debut tomorrow night.
(That is, once I lure my typing limbs out of atrophy, of course.)
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