Now Hear This...

Last night as I was walking down glorious Main Street, in anytown, USA, I thought to myself, boy, this is the best, the best time of year. The best Jerry, the best.

Things like Phillies, Frat, a chill in the air, wedding after wedding, Radiohead, Californiciation, Ice Cole Miller Lite, make the struggling time that this country is going through sort of well, bittersweet.

You see we find ourselves hit hard at THOD by the recent economic developments as well. Real Hard. How hard that is, I flat don't know, but I'm sure we are. Maybe one less Ice Cole Miller Lite for me at Thursday's Phillies game. Perhaps, subtract one $5 bomb, if you will.

I know the Big Cook has pledged to cut back on his number of taking ones, heart attacks per year that is, thereby saving the great state of Virginia thousands of dollars in wasteful spending analyzing RED BULL and VODKA intake.

I also know this, after watching the past couple of days and Sarah Palin's points about Bam's ole friends Bill Ayers and Rev Wright, despite the country's pocketbook being jammed in the nuts. I was thinking a fair comparison could be made.

MY FRIENDS, its sort of like when I was driving to 30th Street Station this morning hoping for banterfilled Phillies discussion filling my 6 mile jaunt, maybe insight into how the Phillies are going to attack the red-hot Russell Martin, or maybe something I didn't know, like how Jimmy Rollins taught Pat Burrell how to play "dice" at a high school showcase, my ears were polluted on our local sports radio station with news and screaming about this:

My point, is simple, neither of them really matter right now. Talk about what people really care about. Otherwise, if you get caught up in that B.S. you're simply, well, a.....

Here's what does matter.

PHILS!!! First Pitch 8:27pm.