I shall be profoundly tardy.

Tomorrow's probables: RHP Bryan Bullington, Indianapolis Indians homeboy (born in Indianapolis) v. Fatolo... No, I'm sorry, Bartolo. I want to call him Fatolo so badly but it's not at all funny.

You would have blown my mind in 2005 if you told me that Colon would be the PawSox opening day pitcher in 2008. Triple-A is crazy like that. And this is why I'm hot.

I'm off to the Welcome Home Luncheon feat. the IL Prez, RJ, Hyder, and T-Pain. They're going to serve me food I won't eat and I'm late. Already.

More to come...

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