Greetings from Planet Slacker

Those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer. Those days of soda, and pretzels, and NOT BLOGGING!

Sorry, This Blog's been dark for a while. Thought I'd drop in for an August lagniappe -- which generally comes before an actual nap -- and, instead of dealing with anything serious, like the University of Miami's four-year road production of Caligula, or the  Barstool Sports Guy's The-First-Amendment-Was-Made-For-Bottom-Feeding-Slugs-Too Tour of the Americas, This Blog thought it might bring you perhaps the most pointless discussion in the history of American sports journalism. Dersh 'n Doris means only that somebody found an old rolodex that Charlie Rose threw away. But, really, now. Bill Donohue? This Bill Donohue, the world's sweatiest homunculus, and the worst thing that has happened to Holy Mother Church since we ran into the Saracens?

And they say August is a slow news period.
Yeesh.