Yet another sweep of the White Sox. Now on to the Padres; the last(?) time the Twins hosted them, I attended a Father's Day game with Skim. Santana was not only outpitched by Peavy, I'm pretty sure Santana got ejected. Plus, some clown two rows in front of me wouldn't leave despite one of his sons screaming for about four innings straight. I'm not using the word "screaming" to color the situation. He was screaming. For four. Innings. Straight.

At long last, a championship for Boston!

Is it called the ides of June, or is that just a May um, March thing? (Oh, all months that start with M are the same) Anyway, if you haven't noticed yet, the Lexicon is above and as of yet has just a handful of entries. If you'd like to add to it and don't have the permissions, email me.

The Bruins lead the Canucks 19-8 in goals scored, and yet somehow, there's a game seven tomorrow.

Last night, history was made as Daneeka's Ghost became the first two-time winner of Spookymilk Survivor. Oh! And the Mavericks won their first-ever NBA Finals over a bunch of tin-eared, um, dumb-dumbs.

Skim, the only female invitee, was praised for giving the best gift (a Clone Wars version of Obi-Wan Kenobi) at a boy's birthday party yesterday. Atta girl.

I have some contractual obligations at work today, so I'll be there for five hours. The problem is, I have no real function there anymore, so I try to look busy while doing nothing, which is much more work than actual work would be. I will not miss this corporation, or corporations in general.

Perfect outcome for Dallas-based teams last night: Rangers lose, Mavs win.

A week and a half ago, I may have said that the Twins would never beat the Indians again.

This NBA final is going to give me a heart attack.