Doug Mientkiewicz and the Boston Red Sox finally concluded eighteen months of quibbling, akin to a pair of teenage girls bellyaching and fighting over an oily faced thirteen year old boy, when the two entities agreed to forfeit the rights of the infamous ball linked to the last out of the Red Sox World Series victory in 2004, and handed it over to its rightful owner, the Hall of Fame.

After watching Curt Schilling, Tom Glavine and best of all, Greg Maddux, it is clear if you know how to pitch, age ain’t nothing but a number. Now if only said theory was applicable to a certain 6 foot 10 left hander.

That welt that surfaced on Kobe’s forehead made him look like he’d just got the Chris Byrd beat down from Saturday night. Nice no foul call.

Morgan Ensberg is more underrated than getting wasted, losing your cell phone in a cab, chasing the cab in the rain, getting into the wrong one, getting screamed at in Arabic, then having the finder call everyone in your phonebook at 2 a.m. including your pops, only to finally clue your girlfriend in to what an idiot and a lightweight drinker you have become in three short years. What loser might I speak of?

ABC has gotten so ridiculous with the random cutaways to hot chicks in the stands, that I thought I sat on my remote and changed to daytime Skinemax during the Lakers/Suns tilt. In one frame, a Boris Diaw turnaround. Next frame, six blondes, pom poms in hand, the shirts skimpier than Greg Maddux’s ERA.

Less exciting: Spurs/Kings Game 1 or the fact that Katie and Tom are now parents. I could barely contain myself when I heard the news, I had to just scream. We know she didn’t.