...about twenty minutes ago. Now I can sleep, but one more thing:

We are gods.

That is all.

We should win the division more often.

I'm still celebrating.

Birthdays don't mean shit when you lose.

I sucked tonight, badly.

My birthday is tomorrow. Anyone want to celebrate?

Tomorrow morning, Scott Podsednik, we're taking you shopping.

So I'm pitching tonight, which means we'll win, if the offense ever does anything productive, you know. I think my left-fielder better steal some damn bases. Or else I'm going to clean the toilet with his toothbrush again.

Not much else to say, really. We're playing Detroit. That's what's called a No Brainer. At least, in my opinion. Magic number is five. We'll do it, and we'll beat whomever goes to the World Series, because we're talented like that.

I'm going for my eighteenth win and I will get it. It's all a matter of patience and good pitching. So no one bother me today, how about that? I've got too much to concentrate on.

But I guess I can just talk about myself here and how great I am, and how I went eight innings my last start, and oh yes, did not get a decision.

But that would be untoward involving my teammates. Who sometimes suck. Especially the left-fielder, he sucks real bad.

Hi, Scott.