Oh how absurd it
All seems without any proof.
You didn't hear it
You didn't see it
You never heard it not a word of it.

- The Who, "You Didn't Hear It (1921)," from Tommy

16-4?

I couldn't go to the game; it wasn't on TV; bad reception on radio was disturbing wife and baby; computer was in the other room.

16-4?

Okay, then.

I'm less excited about the unrealistic hitting outburst than the fact that, with all the doom and gloom, there were two big rallies last week.

I am excited that Dave Roberts has found a groove, working his way on base by hook or by crook or by nook or by the book.

I am concerned that no one but Jolbert Cabrera hits home runs.

I am excited that Hideo Nomo could survive an extra-base onslaught in the second inning to get a victory.

I am concerned that instead of improving, the Dodger starting pitching is regressing.

And what about this headline in the Times Sunday?

Brown Weakened by Mystery Illness

Just the kind of thing you want to read with SARS floating around. What's next?

San Francisco Giants Harvesting Plutonium?