Those among us (and there are few...) who went to our *last live ball game at Ebbets Field, we who hate the Yankees more than Satan and all his works, will be rejoicing at the immanent disappearance of Alex Rodrigues from the list of future residents Cooperstown.

Let us, however, temper our glee as we contemplate the folly that first led some idiot to propose "random, anonymous, testing" as a prelude to some kind of steroid policy.

Talk about having your union sell you out.

Jimmy Hoffa would be turning in his grave, had he not become 175 pounds of Parks Sausage Patties.

The correct action of a rank and file union negotiator, when the man wants a member's piss, is to direct the response in his face.

Jim Matles, my godfather, taught me this.

*(and then withdrew with broken hearts)