Idiots Write About Sports

I’m sure some of the three loyal Idiots Write About Sports readers (there will be more, one day, once the TeeVee Empire kicks in some heavy cross-promotion) are wondering where Phil went. Funny old Phil, who used to be the only person holding up this penny-ante weblog.

Well, Phil’s a busy guy. Works for a slave-driver of a boss, writes April Fool’s parodies known the world over, and is still settling into his new life in Playa Del Rey.

And therein lies the issue. Because now being a resident of the Southland, Phil can’t see his beloved A’s without MLB Extra Innings. Which he’s purchased. And since he works out of his house now (thanks, flexible slave-driver boss!), he can pose as a worker bee on iChat while secretly sneaking a glance at that mid-morning White Sox-Royals tilt.

So that’s slowing down Phil’s productivity a tad. Also, he went to last night’s Dodgers-Padres game and, from what I understand, is still trying to make it back home through the gridlock.

Meanwhile, I sit here in my spacious South of Market office (it’s good to be the flexible slave-driver!), only a two-block walk from XYZ Park. We’re going to a Giants game next Wednesday. Noon start. Can’t wait.

That is, if Phil can get out of the Dodger parking lot. Watch out for that Kirk Gibson home run ball, Phil — I think it’s still coming down.