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Yesterday, I went to a spring training game in Fort Lauderdale between the Orioles and the Red Sox. I didn't really have a dog in that hunt since my two favorite baseball teams are the Cubs and whoever is playing the Yankees--yeah, I'm a glutton for punishment--but it was interesting to see two teams that will make up a significant percentage of the latter of my favorites.

And I have to make this observation--it was only a spring training game, I know, and Nomar and Millar didn't play, but Manny's and Ortiz's bats looked a bit slow and against Orioles pitching, which is not vaunted to say the least, that's not good news.

The game was entertaining--the Orioles tied it in the seventh (eighth? not sure) when Tejada doubled, stole third and came home on a throw that escaped into the outfield, and the Sox won it in the top of the ninth when some little guy with major wheels (#76, I think--no name on the jersey) tripled home the go ahead run. The Sox closed them out with a 1-2-3 bottom of the ninth for the win. Fast game, clocking in at about 2:35.

In other news, my girlfriend dragged me to the new Charlie Kauffman film "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind." I swear to God, I'm going to anything this guy writes no matter who stars in it. Jim Carrey is one of those actors who just makes me cringe, but even he couldn't screw this material up. it is touching and weird and utterly fascinating and besides, you get to see Kirsten Dunst dancing on a bed in panties and a wife-beater (and there's a hint of nipple peeking through--oh yeah). Go see this movie.

Lastly, as a bit of an update on the Richard Clarke brouhaha--I saw him on the Jim Lehrer Newshour tonight and he mentioned that the reason his book is coming out in the middle of a presidential campaign is because the White House was sitting on it for the last three months clearing it. Three months and they've got no better defense for the charges than "Clarke worked for Clinton?" I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop whenever these kinds of revelations about the inner workings of the White House are revealed, and yet that shoe just hangs in the air like the Roadrunner. Meep meep.

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