I realized I promised a full preview of the Rockies' big series at Coors with the rampaging elephants of Oakland, but this little thing got in the way: sleep. Between watching every World Cup game, plus the NBA and NHL playoffs, staying up late with my new "X-Files" DVDs (and doing some other late night stuff, but that's none of your business), rehearsing and arranging material for the solo record I'm trying very hard to put together, and plugging away at some data-entry work since my last newspaper internship ended and paid writing jobs have been few and far between recently, I hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in about forever. So I gave Monday a miss. My Sunday went right into my Tuesday, pretty much. As I'm writing this I'm watching the World Cup games I missed yesterday and feeling remorseful about not having set my TiVo to tape Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals.

Maybe it's for the best I didn't break down the A's-Rockies series, given the results of the first game. Oakland won ten games in a row going into the game yesterday; Colorado barely showed up for their second series of the year at New Busch Stadium. And the Rockies won in a laugher. Being superstitious (meaning lazy), I will say nothing more about the second and third games of the series Tuesday and Wednesday. Other than that I am going to the game on Wednesday and I'll tell you where when I get my tickets. Should I wear my Bobby Crosby jersey or one of my Rockies unis? I'm still a big A's fan and it's not like I'm going to get many more chances to root them on in person this year. But on the other hand, I eat, sleep, and breathe Rockies baseball at this point. I'm sure there would be some sort of karmic penalty for so grossly and publically dividing my loyalties. What if I take like three other people to the game and dress them up in my Rockies stuff? Does that balance it out?

I'm not big on cross-promotion but I wrote a piece for my TV.com blog that I'm pretty happy with and would like you to read, if you're so inclined. It's about "South Park" and the show's gradual slide towards openly endorsing traditional conservative ideology. I don't write very much about politics because, well, I live in Boulder and I'm a conservative. Around here, telling the locals you're a conservative is equivalent to outing yourself as a cannibal or a child molester. How did I end up living my entire adult life in two of the most raging bleeding-heart enclaves in the country? That's a good question and we haven't the time for it today.