Joey Greco

Who is this guy? Is he superhuman?Where did he come form? Why is he so awesome? Any relation to Richard Greico? So many questions, so little time!

Seeing the Future

Sure, Mike Blowers can see the Future...



But so can Bob and David!

Shocking

I am not shocked that Plaxico Burress is the newest inmate in the New York state correctional system. What shocked me yesterday was reflecting on his name. What kind of a name is Plaxico? Were his parents drunk when they named him? I don't think he even likes it, he named his kid Ellijah.

On a side note, if we have a boy, Plaxico is low on the list. The picture above is when I broke the news to him mid game last year. Notice the disappointment. Sorry, buddy.

The Curse of Kevin Mitchell?

It has been a bizarre year for the Mets. They have continually found ways to lose. From missing bases to dropping balls, the Mets have found creative ways to lose. But Sunday's unassisted triple play was the worst, and the strangest.

As I was listening to NPR's all things considered yesterday, they had a story about the play. Let me repeat that: On NPR, between stories about CIA interrogations, Iranian diplomacy, and worthless GM stock, they had a feature on the Mets, and the play. This season has reached epic, embarrassing proportions. I never want to hear about the Mets on NPR, unless it is part of back to back to back world series championships. So in otherwords, I don't want to hear about the Mets on NPR for another 236 years.

In truth, since 1986, the Mets have been more bad than good. It seems we are cursed. The curse of Kevin Mitchell, traded soon after the world series win? Perhaps. That or maybe poor management and players. That is a more likely explanation.

While I can recall other years that have been worse, this year has been the strangest. Howie Rose yesterday said maybe Mets fans will look back at this year and laugh, like the early Mets under Casey Stengel. Perhaps, but now I am laughing as much as if I was watching a CBS sitcom. That is not much my friends.

More shirtless Pute!

Those crazy Russians, they can't get enough of this guy...and neither can this blogger! Sometimes, I wonder what Steve Guttenberg would be like as president. I think I just found out. This is what America needs in a leader. Not some 31 bowling namby pamby, but a real warrior. Bravo, Vlad. And bravo Russia, you got a real leader over there.

It's Raining Cats and Dogs!

This summer, my hard working wife painted both a cat and dog as part of public art displays in Catskill and Hudson, NY. Not only is she good at pushing a plow, she is good with a paint brush too!

So if you are in the Hudson Valley this summer (and who isn't?), stop by these lovely towns to see not only her work, but the other artists feline and canine creations.

Billy Mays

I must say, out of all the celebrity deaths this week, I found Billy Mays the most shocking.

Look at the others. Michael Jackson, while surprising, was not a shock. Some reports had him at 112 pounds (While others, like the Hulk, said he was in great shape)! Either way, dude wore a mask when he went out side. Something wasn't right there.

Farrah Fawcett fought a courageous battle with cancer. Ed McMahon was 86 and in declining health. Again, sad but not shocking.

But for some reason, I found Billy Mays the most shocking. I thought all those TV pitchman were invincible. Jack LaLanne is 124 thanks to his juicer. Vince from Shamwow can pick up 10 times his own weight in liquid. I am convinced Ron Popeil is a robot. An awesome robot. And who can forget this guy?

And Billy was in a class by himself. The Beard. The Thumb. The Voice. The Pitch. I'll admit, while I have never bought anything from an infomercial, but I have watched many of them. And Billy was the best. He never resorted to Double entandre or beating hookers. He was clean (thanks to OxiClean) and Classy. Like a young Gute. I though a magic combination of OxiClean, Magic Putty and Auger kept him alive. I was wrong. RIP Billy.