Im-perfect

Yeah, sometimes they just blow the call.

Galarraga will never get his perfect game back. His center fielder, Austin Jackson, had kept it alive for him on the first pitch of the top of the ninth, racing on a full sprint to the distant warning track at Comerica Park, fully extending his left arm for a twisting, over-the-shoulder catch. After Mike Redmond grounded out to shortstop, Donald bounced a ball between first and second. Miguel Cabrera fielded it and threw to Galarraga covering.

The ball got there in time. So did Galarraga. He seemed to catch the ball near the top of the webbing; perhaps Joyce did not hear the telltale thwack of ball meeting leather before he heard Donald’s foot cross the base. He spread his arms — safe, an infield single.

It's a tough job.

The Yankees cruised to victory over the Orioles, and Robinson Cano ("doncha know!") is still blisteringly hot.

Beckian

I'm so used to thinking of him merely as Glennbeck, but I wonder: What does Beck think of Beck?

Deep thought

Walking the dog in the forest yesterday, we heard a tree fall.

"A mental recession"

Lost in the furor over "Whiner Nation" -- and I must trademark that -- what if Gramm is inartful, but accurate? I mean, what is "a mental recession," but a Depression?

Yet another accomplishment of the Bush administration. Not only is the individual formerly known as Dear Leader topping the General Classification (GC) of Worst President Ever, he may tie Herbert Hoover's (and a few others) record of an economy slipping into depression during his term.