What's going on here? When do the pigs start flying?
First the writers correctly pin the Cy Young medal on Zack Greinke and his 14 wins. Better yet, there's nary a misguided dissenter.
Then, offered up a bevy of delicious NL Cy treats, they choose the tastiest morsel in Tim Lincecum. I could not have blamed them if they had picked the shiny new Chris Carpenter or even the nicely wrapped Adam Wainright. But give them credit for finding the narrow distinction among the three.
The NL MVP will be a coronation. Long Live the King, the former Prince Albert. That one isn't close. Nor is the AL award, and from all I hear, the writers will validate Joe Mauer's season with the official secret MVP decoder ring.
Hey, this isn't supposed to happen. Sportswriters and broadcasters have an unblemished 30-year record of not knowing what they're talking about. This is no time to end the streak.
What are cranks like me going to do if the writers detour from their bouts of lunacy and lustily declare that the earth is round? There's no news or intrigue in that.
Well, for now, there's still enough fodder for a blog. But I'm thinking that I'll hang it up in 2011, maybe spend the extra time making movies with Oprah.
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