Not quite a Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. In fact, aside from the concept of regular folk go do battle on Capitol Hill, there is slim to no similarity.

This movie was bad. Absolutely hideously bad. Bad in the way that it could be used to travel back in time bad. I swear that when we walked out of the theater after what seemed like a day and a half it was not nearly 90 minutes after the movie started. If we’d watched it twice, we would have walked out of the theater yesterday. The movie is bad like Michael Jackson. It’s Bellaire meets the Beltway bad, it’s Nationwide. It’s so bad that the whole time I watched it I was trying to figure out what the robots would be saying while watching it on MST3K. Where I am sure it has been featured, given its ability to stretch time backwards.

Another post-pancakes Saturday Morning, and I’m digging on the current issue of ESPN the Magazine. Working hard at postponing fixing the garage and patching walls.

Piece on Al Pujols has the writing that keeps me dropping subscription money. The article online is in a member’s section, so I’ll drop a little in here:

Mag: Well, Albert says that he takes You into that batter’s box with him. The Magazine’s fact checkers have had trouble confirming this. And the Jayson Blair thing has us skittish. So we’re going to The Source. Are You helping him?

God: A batter’s box? Look at me. I’m as big as the universe, give or take a galaxy, even when adhering strictly to My no-carb diet. Besides, you saw the scandal when Sammy Sosa was caught with cork. How will it look if ESPN reports Albert has stuffed his bat with God?

Mag: So the whole idea seems funny to You?

God: Athletes are always dragging me into sports against My rather substantial will. Either I can get angry and start throwing lightning or I can laugh. When Mike Tyson threatened to eat Lennox Lewis’ children in one breath and then said, ‘Praise be to Allah’ in the next, I laughed so hard it should’ve started started raining frogs. Just one time I’d like to hear a player say, ‘I blame God for making me fumble in the fourth quarter.’ Just once. Instead of all this sucking up.

I also can’t say enough about how cool it is to be able to listen to le Tour at OLN.