So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet... (In honor of the 137th Open Championship this week, TLBR will be gratutitously dropping Caddyshack quotes.)

*** Before I get to the bullets, I'd like to take a moment to call out the impetuous Steve Silva and his waste of bandwidth on boston.com - Boston DirtDogs. Not too long ago, when he was just a fansite, it was humorous. And a few times, I'd send him some graphic doohickeys that I'd make when trying to figure out how to use photoshop.

Well, lo and behold, my "We're Juice Guys" - the Nantucket Nectars' slogan with Sheffield and Giambi's mug shots - graphic is up today. Who gets the credit? Not this guy.

A few weeks ago, a friend made it to Fenway and saw that one of the many t-shirts that the muttonheads outside the park sell had the very same graphic. Ten bucks a shirt. How much of that do I see? Zero zilch nada.

So I'm calling Silva out - give the credit where credit is due or don't use it. It's a privilege, not a right.

*** Go Tiger. A 6-under 66 on St. Andrew's today. That's a little "F-U, good luck catching me..." to the field. He can't win by enough strokes.

*** And it's a big AL East weekend. Red Sox (check!) and Yankees.

Personally, I think it's nice of the Yanks to join the race, good thing it only took until the middle of July. But despite having a crap first-half, they're 2.5 games back and within striking distance. Conceivably, but not likely, if the Yanks sweep the four game series, then they'd be in first place.
On the flip, the World Champs have played semi-above-mediocre ball, and lead the division. With the addition of Chad Bradford and Curt Schilling in the pen - and I'm not going to debate all the pitches he needs to warmup or what fucking song he's going to trot out to, he's Curt Schilling and that's better than the alternatives - I like the chances.

The one thing I do not like, however, is having to endure some terrible (or as Stephen A. Smith says, "terr uh bull") commentators three out of the four games. Tonight, I'm stuck with Michael Kay and Paul O'Neill. Tomorrow, luckily, I get Don-O and Rem Dawg. But Saturday and Sunday's back-to-back cocktail (emphasis on cock) of Tim f-ing McCarver and Hall of Famer Joe Morgan might make me indiscriminately want to break stuff.

*** Is Chris House throwing out the first punch, er pitch tonight?

*** In watching the 137th Open Championship, I see that Foster's...Australian (check!) for beer...is a sponsor. Not for nothing, but I was over there for three weeks and didn't see the stuff. Even if I wanted to have a Foster's - which I wouldn't have - I couldn't have. But the commercials are still good.

*** I got nothing again today. This is lame. My deepest apologies.

I'll have more tonight. By then, Michelle Wie might just be three matches away from winning the Publinx and earning a spot in the field at Augusta. I'm rooting for her, too.

But most of all, I see that TLBR made it to 3,500 hits. More than I imagined. I've heard from many of you loyal readers and can't thank you enough for tuning in to and enjoying my little hobby.

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