Southlandish doing his own Spring Training. I don't think I've read 10 lines of Spring Training coverage. I hate it when I am too busy to keep track of all the worn out clichés and phrases that carefully mask what is really being said. All of the 700 hundred word columns that say fuck all. The forums chock full of tedious back and forths over whether the hang nail suffered by the 42 year old has-been in camp on a minor league contract has doomed the season. I mock because I love. I feel empty right now. I have got to get back into the game. The upside of my schedule has been that I've been spared the horror that is the Illini basketball season. All is not lost in Illini Country. I was enjoying a happy hour beer Friday when the Kelvin Sampson news broke and a brew has never tasted so fine. Now if Bruce Pearl would just find the grill of a speeding bus, I might be able to call the season a modest success. On the plus side I do have front row seats for the Cards game against ...
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