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Monday, April 12, 2004

Phil Mickelson won the Masters golf tournament yesterday.

Further proof that that Apocalypse is upon us.

Not that I begrudge him -- I mean, for god's sake, it took him eons to win his first major tournament. Always the bridesmaid, as it were.

But that's what I LIKED about Mickelson. He made us all comfortable with doing okay. What's the big deal about winning when you're still pulling in a comfortable living?

But now he's a champion and we need to find a new hopeless underdog to pull for.

Judging by the way the Mariners, the Yankees and the Diamondbacks have been playing during the first week of the baseball season, I think we have a few possibilities out there.

I am taking an evil satisfaction in watching the Yankees struggle. Steinbrenner buys his "ultimate team," only to discover they can't play together. And while the structure teeters, he signs manager Joe Torre to an extension for three years, which means that if he fires Torre in a fit of pique (oh, he wouldn't do THAT, would he?), he's stuck paying the guy millions. Maybe the Yankees should be the next thing Donald Trump takes on on that stupid TV show of his. What's that show called, "You're Fired," or something like that?

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