Anyways, nothing is happening on the literature front. Reading has become a secondary activity behind my scholarly activities, so The Plague is still waiting for me to re-crack it open on my bedside table. I hope to read that, Crime and Punishment, and finish Hamlet by the second week of January, but we'll see. Crime and Punishment should be quite the adventure...
Hippos. Well, not really. More like Ty Wigginton, who has a pretty clear resemblance to one of the most, if not the single most, deadly animals in Africa. The relevance of Ty Wigginton is that the Astros, in a move that defies all common sense, decided to not tender (offer) the apparently not-so-deadly third baseman a contract. The mysterious and, frankly, incomprehensible move is even more perplexing because Wigginton received plenty of attention on the trade market, even though teams knew that he would be commanding a higher salary. I guess the Astros didn't want to risk the possibility of giving him a $4 million raise? Maybe? I really don't know. All I know is that if this is the way that Drayton McLane insists on running his circ- er, baseball team, then attaining a championship will be very difficult. I mean, when you're worth $1.6 billion, how much could he possibly have lost in this economic crisis? Anyways (and this a completely unfair and incomplete comparison), the guy is worth 4/10 of a billion dollars more than George Steinbrenner, who's throwing cash at pitchers like they're favored thoroughbreds at the Kentucky Derby. I shouldn't tell people how to spend their money, but as a ridiculously dedicated Astros fan, I find it very disheartening that my owner is willing to spend money on journeyman reliever LaTroy Hawkins than a third baseman who would have easily reached 30 home runs last year had he not been injured - a rare occurrence for him. Explain? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I think that's it for the day.
Song of the Day: Around the Bend by The Asteroids Galaxy Tour
