Well, Alfonso Soriano has finally ended our long national nightmare, jogging into the outfield for the Washington Nationals after refusing to take the field when he was moved from second base. As much as we'd all like to blame Soriano for being another spoiled millionaire athlete, the questions that went through my mind were about the Nationals. They knew he didn't want to play outfield, why trade for him and spring it on him like that?

You know, if you've got Paul McCartney in your band, you let him do what he wants. You don't make him play drums. I mean, unless you're sure that Ringo won't catch on.

And while I'm talking about the Beatles, is it fair that we only have 2 of the Beatles and 2 of the Who left, but we still have all 4 Monkees?

And the Beatles have lost their guitarists, the Who their rhythm section. Can't we put these bands together, and make one last supergroup? You know, "One Night Only! The Whootles!" That kind of stuff?

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the Nationals. Anyway, after a couple of times of filling out a lineup card and only having eight men jog onto the field, the team realized something was wrong. That's pretty good, it took the Mets a whole month to figure that out in the mid 90s.

Labels: MLB, Nationals