First of all, I was at the car wash this morning and the line broke down! Since my car wasn't involved, I admit it was kinda neat. Some old-timer's front end was out of alignment, so the wheel kept turning in and it jumped the track.

I was at the Tribe debacle last night. There were two main culprits in the game. And, yes, it was the two perennial whipping boys who, of course, were front and center. Apparently Casey Blake's previous 159 games playing rightfield had no bearing on the situation, as he absolutely butchered a line drive out there, allowing a triple. Then Ozzie Guillen, who I'm here to tell you, could be the worst manager I ever saw, gets him off the hook by trying a squeeze play, which ends up being a disaster, but the batter went to second. After a walk, good old .135 hitter, Russ Gload, hits a double to win it. Crap.

But Ben Broussard. Yikes! This guy whiffs on three pitches with the bases loaded in the 11th. Not only taking a called a third strike, but swinging at the first two pitches after the two previous hitters had walked. Jeezy creezy, I say. Then in the 13th, he goes after the first pitch (again) and pops up. This is right after Belliard homered. My God, Bob Wickman, Jr. (Bobby Jenks) is on the hill and this clown hits the first pitch. Boy, that was an awful game to lose.

Meal of Links

Jessica Alba is in a bikini in her new movie. Plot be damned.

I can't say it enough: God bless Roger Ebert. His review of the new Jenny McCarthy movie is an all-timer.

The lovely Kate Bush has a new album. And it seems if there's some sort of secret message involved. "Number nine."

Exercise Yard

David Ortiz is the MVP of the American League. If not, it should be tagged as a criminal case.

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23 Across: Former Canadian statesman Levesque (4 letters) Answer: Rene