Dude!

Where's my country???

Set aside your feabile concerns of Obama's socialist agenda; care not for Pelosi's attempts to nationalize all, from health care to bird house making; and cast away worries of a Reid reelection - I have evidence the apocalypse is nigh! At approximately 2:58am West Coast Time, 27 July, in the Year of Our Lord 2010, I witnessed a travesty. As any red blooded American male I was dutifully watching ESPN's Top 10 Plays of the Week. Of course the no-hitter was number one, but coming in at #4, NUMBER FOUR I SAY, was a cricket play. CRICKET! Apparently some "outfielder" dressed like a wealthy widow at the Kentucky Derby, complete with wide brim hat, sunglasses and a scarf (I sh*t you not), was able to catch a ball from a remarkable 30 feet away. They all high-fived him and dumped chilled Earl Gray on his head.

I would rather watch womens' golf. At least then I'd be assured some testosterone fueled aggression.