The day of reckoning has come

OK. So we juggled some things and we are going home from work in time to listen to the game. Or is it on cable TV here in the armpit of the Ozarks? If it's not on TV, we'll have to listen to the White Sox announcers on XM. The White Sox announcers, of course, are some of the most brutal in the American League. But it's kind of fun to listen to their broadcast when the ChiSox are losing to the Royals.

We are going to have to tone down some of our Opening Day rituals, because we have to be productive tomorrow. There will be some cheap scotch involved, but it will have to be mixed with vitamin water. There will also be beer (obviously). And we'll be keeping score according to our patented system that nobody else can figure out.

Prediction: Jose Guillen will be freezing his ass off out there.

Picks to click: Coco Crisp, Mark Teahen and Billy Butler (Butler takes Buehrle deep).

Watch out if: Farnsworth comes in to protect a one-run lead in the eighth.

So this is that painting we posted around this time last year, the same one that some art gallery in New York mistook as being real art. They wanted to see more of our work, but we didn't really have more. This was painted with drugstore water colors on an old piece of packaging cardboard. We gave it to Mets Fan Rob for safe keeping. If it ever gets wet, it will be ruined. Enjoy!

P.S. We call this painting Good Times because it reminds us of something J.J. Walker would have painted.