Wiffleball....the American Dream: I came across this link on this site call Orange Ride. I guess it's maintained by this dude whose brother used to live in my old house in college. Anyway, he had this link up and I felt it was my duty as a die-hard Wiffleball fan and player to post this. I guess some dude is doing a legit documentary on the passion and embedded roots of Wiffleball in the lives of young people. For those of you who don't know, a Wiffle ball is that funny plastic ball with about 10 slots on half the ball. When you throw it, anyone can get Barry Zito-esque drop on their pitches. Over the past few summers, I have developed a nasty cutter that's damn near un-hittable. Paul and I used to play in our backyard (aka: Jacobs Field), until we got too old and big for decent competition. That's when Ethan Schapira strolled on the scene. Ethan’s backyard is massive, and it's quite a reach even for most 20-something, out-of-shape losers to jack balls out of the park. For the past 3 summers, Ethan’s backyard has been the site of some memorable Wiffleball games. Whether it be Jon Buchalter’s 17 inning shutout masterpeice, Paul Kanakaraj and his walk off grand slam in extra innings, Ethan’s cat-like instincts in the field, Jay Camhi's junk repertoire, or my 14 K but still got the L performance, Wiffleball greatness marks the upper echelon of any bragging right amongst my friends. Anyway, according to the site, this dude is looking for stories about Wiffleball, so if you have game, or think you have game (Lactose, I know you're reading this), write them and maybe the DF crew can squeeze their way in this film.

Three days and counting: According to this article, I have only three more days until I have fully grown up. I guess they say that an average American person becomes an official grown up at the age of 26. This sucks, there is so many things I want to do that I don't want to be held accountable for...oh well, maybe next lifetime... Looks like I have only three days to get a steady job, get married, raise a family, have kids, shave my goatee, buy a house, and have my life completely suck...

Brother, can you spare $1.3 million?: I'm telling you, eBay is the Mecca for all things ridiculous. I found this today; for a mere $1.3 mil you can own Brett Favre's mansion in beautiful Green Bay, Wisconsin. I guess if you throw in an extra $50, he'll autograph the breakfast nook. But can you really put a price on pooping in the same toilet as an NFL Hall of Famer?