Dee Brown is upset because he doesn’t think Bruce Weber is being supportive enough of his pipe-dream of going into this year’s NBA Draft. I’d say he’s lucky that Bruce doesn’t say what he really thinks of Dee’s chances. “Dee hasn’t played enough point guard yet to prove he can do it, and there are about 20 other players in this draft his size or bigger who have actually played the position, he’s a dumbass for thinking he’s going to be picked anywhere before the end of round two.” How would you like that kind of “support” Dee?

Sammy told Sports Illustrated that he loves it in Baltimore! Of course he does. Sammy also is sure the Cubs don’t have a surveillance tape of him leaving the last home game early last year. But when asked if the Cubs just made that up he says, “That shit is over.” We really miss you, too, Sammy. As bad as the Cubs’ outfield has been, you would not have improved it.

Groucho’s just glad nobody can blame him for Skiles leaving. Yet.

Skiles didn’t like the way his whining was being reported so he got over it.

Ben Gordon says he’s happy Scott is coming back. Was Scott standing right next to him at the time?

That’s about as bad as they can play. Right?

Kerry Wood’s going to do what he does best, throw a simulated game, and The Franchise is already playing catch with his bruised flipper.

The Cubs’ new Mormon Superstar is ready to get to work tearing up that labrum of his!

Mariotti puts down the doughnut and gives unneccesary and undeserved props for Scott Skiles for “staring down” the Chairman. If anybody blinked, Jay, it was Scott. Jay did find room for a shot at Rod Blago’s “testicular fortitude” line, though. Even if is about two weeks late.

A cat ran by the Cubs’ dugout. Big whup. Unless it stopped to pee in Dusty’s sipping tea, I don’t really care.

The Wizard of Roz gets it when he explains what Skiles had to do, but his little e-mail buddy needs a smack upside the head.

The Don is about to get whacked in the Bronx.

Look at how cute ESPN is when they pretend to take a moral stand on something! Awww! That’s adorable! Now let’s get back to Stu Scott babbling and lower the collective IQ of the entire North American viewing public!

Jake Luft looks at some notable draft steals over the years. The Farns? Jason Ellison? Should have quite while you were ahead, Jake.

The Cardinals drafted a 17 year old named Wilfredo Pujols. That’s right, he’s Albert’s grandson.

Good stuff from Bob Ryan about his collection of scorebooks. He disagrees with Mr. Rebecca Lobo’s assertion that nobody scores games anymore. Look around at Wrigley sometime. Everybody’s got a cell phone or a scorecard or both.

Roy Oswalt hit Cliff Floyd, on purpose, again last night. How much you wanna bet the little bastard escapes without a suspension again?

America’s finest news source finally sheds some life on the seedy underbelly of the Special Olympics. Performance enhancing hug abuse.