Ahoy Mateys! + SportsbyBrooks

Avast ye mateys and Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day! Whether you be a pirate yourself or there's one in your life, be sure to throw out at least one, "Arrrr!" and find someone to shiver your timbers while you swash their buckles before the night is out. I know I will. Arrr! In celebration of this day, I took some time to discover my pirate name:

My pirate name is:

Bloody Bess Read

Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!


Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

In other news, I have an update over at SportsbyBrooks, so check it out to see my insights on:

• The San Diego Padres "success" is the death of Bob Costas
• Barry Bonds decides to get skinny in the upcoming off-season
• Michael Irvin cries himself to sleep after Hall of Fame results
• Atlanta Braves rookie, Jeff Francouer, shows off skills learned at the Ray Lewis School of Celebration Dances
• I'm qualified to be president of The FA
  
• and more...

One other thing - Congratulations to my cousins, Alana and Cole, on the birth of their quadruplets - Max, Jack, Julius, and Natalia. Max is named after my uncle and Jack after my Zayde. Julius, surprisingly enough, came from our Julius, which is somewhat surreal and ridiculous but I love you Julie, so that's okay. I think I'll call the kid, Orange. And I'm not sure where they got Natalia but I like it. Also say a prayer for poor Cole, who managed to get his finger broken, his wrist sprained, and his ego completely driven into the ground while supporting Alana in the delivery room. I guess having 4 babies has the tendency to make a woman a little cranky... and violent.

Cheers, wenches!