Potpourri (1 of 2)

I apologize in advance for the randomness of what you're about to read (although maybe you won't now!). This may well be the most incoherent post I've yet written, but my mind's in a million places right now and to attempt to wax philosophical on any one subject would be futile. Hillary. Phillies. Olympic Village sex. Kid Rock. This one's random access like woah, so hold onto the belt of the kid in front of you as you prepare to read. BETTER STUFF TOMORROW, I SWEAR ON THE PRECIOUS.

1) Hillary Rodham Clinton

Great speech. Great suit. And we're all glad you're finally publicly committed to the unification of the Democratic Party. Good lookin' out. But it's really, really time to go home now. Party leaders have been beyond generous in their Clinton appeasement at this convention. Speaker after speaker has extolled your courage, your devotion to health care reform, and your remarkable 3 AM phone answering abilities. Remember how you only "suspended" your campaign without formally ending it? Tonight, your "troops" will be given the option of casting their votes for you during roll call. Beyond generous... and more than enough. Don't get me wrong, Hillary - I have tremendous respect for you and all that you've accomplished (and I think your political future is far from over), but this hasn't been your show for a while now. It's Barack O'Clock.

PS - Tell your crazy supporters, like Kate Rosado, 32, of Manhattan ("I'm not sure I'm even going to vote" - AM New York), to, well, stop being f*^&ing crazy and channel their energy toward the presumptive nominee. And the ones now voting for McCain? Have them watch this (courtesy of Jason Kim). "NO WAY. NO HOW. NO MCCAIN."

2) Fightin' Phils

Hi-yo! Last night, in a 13-inning, 5.5 hour game, my boys in red bounced back from a six run deficit to overtake the New York Mets and reclaim first place in the National League East. It felt like a 2007 game - Phillies surge, Mets falter - one that could serve as the catalyst for another great September. Best of all, recent Philadelphia pariah (and 2007 NL MVP... and my hero) Jimmy Rollins was 5 for 5 at the plate and stole three bases. He probably wrote eight new raps while he was doing it, too. The rest of the Phils? Pimptastic. Ryan Howard wielded his bat like it was the Master Sword and notched his 35th homer of the season, a league high. Then there was Chris Coste. The catcher and celebrated author belted the game-winning single to center field to drive home Shane Victorino. Says Coste, "you forget that you get paid to play the game. It was almost like we felt like little kids." It was a beautiful thing.

Great as last night's game was, the Phils need to repeat tonight to make any sort of claim to the throne. Do it to it, baby.