Five Things...

Here's my top five things for today.

1- I saw Pirates of the Carribean 3 last night. I'll give it 3 of 5 stars. Long and convoluted, I still don't understand the need for those multiple Jack Sparrow scenes- other than to make the movie nearly three hours. Good, none the less, but it could have been better with tighter editing. Also there was lots and lots of blood and death for a "Disney" kids movie.

2- Our copy of Harry Potter 7 arrived in the mail from Amazon last night. We didn't pay any extra for super fast delivery, yet got our book the same day it was released... kudos to the US Postal Service!

3- We're getting ready for my son's friend to arrive and spend a few weeks with us on Monday. Should be fun and entertaining. Maybe a trip to Disneyland?

4- Went and saw the Harry Potter Movie, too. It was good- but as in the other recent Potter movies it is omitting some of the good points from the book. What is it that everyone always says?... oh yeah, "I liked the movie...but the book was better".

5- EDITORIAL:

Thoughts on Barry Bonds. Well Mr. Steroids is closing in on Hammering Hanks record.

Yawn.

I remember as a kid getting to stay up and watch Hank hit Al Downings pitch into the Atlanta bullpen for #715. Everyone was pullnig for him. Aaron was a hero to a generation of little boys. My dad said that no one would ever break Aaron's record. That was before beefy steroid abusers would begin launching baseball's high into the sky and threaten the space station's orbit.

So Bonds may break the record of 755- but I don't have to like it or have to respect that record... and I won't. After all, I'm just a fan- the type of fan that Bonds has consistently spat in the face of with his arrogance and steroid use. (McGwire, Sosa, Palimero, Canseco- you too). His arrogance makes the bile in my stomach curdle and my blood boil. Rudeness and arrogance don't have a place in the enterainment industry and I don't appreciate having Bonds rammed down my throat by the sportscenter talking heads and MLB.

So Barry, if you're out there reading this: good luck with your record. And realize that unlike that night many years ago when Hank Aaron set the baseball world on fire, your homer will be met with a yawn and perhaps a burp by the majority of the baseball world. You shall certainly not get any applause from me.