The Phils made a deal for a Cy Young pitcher. No Roy Halladay, but I can definitely live with this deal. And, it puts off me having to pay attention to the Eagles, which even before the tragic death of Jim Johnson simply depressed the hell out of me. The Eagles break my spirit, though not quite as much as iPhone thieves do. And I got distracted halfway through this again, and now it’s late, and I’m sweaty. And I flashed a bunch of people on my commute home today, white shirt plus loose buttons plus getting soaked in the rain. And that’s all.