Assorted thoughts
-- It was probably worth the sunburn, yet I was disappointed to see Tom Glavine get rocked in his return to Turner Field. I was more disappointed to see the boos rain down on him first when he came to the mound and later when he came up to hit. First off, the Braves are doing just fine without him. Secondly, the way the team treated him last winter, you can't fault him for leaving. There may be something to be said for loyalty, but money does talk.
-- Speaking of baseball, it's time to start voting for the MLB All-Star Game. Online, they give you 25 votes to match the average number of home games you can attend during the voting process. However, how many of you pick up exactly one ballot when there's a display stand full of them at the park? I end up picking up about 5-6 -- some to give to friends, some to put together my assorted combinations of players. Mike has his Scrabble method of All-Stars. I've got a few: the "deserving" squad, my fantasy squad (or an amalgam of such, depending on the league), the all-suck team (you try doing it by not picking any Tigers), etc. The possibilities are endless. Besides, doesn't Andres Torres or Brandon Larson need your vote more than Alex Rodriguez?
-- On the other hand, it's amazing to see the Nets return to the NBA Finals, although the team has plenty of talent across the board (and even Jason Collins is playing very well). They should fare much better in the finals this time around, and maybe it's time to bring out the retro cap again.
-- How in the world does New Jersey have two teams in their respective league finals, especially after growing up when both were amazingly mediocre? Maybe that union with the Yankees holding company is working out just fine. Unfortunately, I don't have the same loyalties to the Devils like I used to years ago when they first moved to town and I got to see a bunch of games.
-- I may be a fan of Weird Al Yankovic, but unfortunately, the new album is pretty weak across the board. Maybe I'm growing up or something, but the stuff just doesn't seem as good or as funny as it was when I was younger. The Angry White Polka is funny, as are most of the polka medleys of whatever music he wants to target, but the parodies were pretty limp. The funniest part of the album was hearing a wild piano solo in the middle of a song and thinking, "This sounds like something Ben Folds might do." So I look at the liner notes, and, yup, there's Ben. I guess it makes sense, though, given that Al directed the video for Rocking the Suburbs.

Diving in a little late on these items, but what the hell ...
-- So Annika didn't make the cut at The Colonial. It was fun watching her for a while until she folded down the stretch in the second round. If she made any putts, she might be playing this weekend. So no one should say she shouldn't belong. It was fun as a lark, and maybe she'll play another tournament or two down the line. But for now we'll just completely ignore her on the LPGA Tour. Honestly, how many people cared about Annika when she was tearing up that tour?

-- The season finale of 24 was just as crazy as I thought, although I was just waiting for something bad to happen when the creepy, indistinct foreigners were hanging around. One of my co-workers made the observation that there would've been no way the president could call an impromptu news conference on the steps of a building in whatever city he was in (since it definitely wasn't Washington) that quickly at 7:30 a.m. and have lots of people around with access to even touch the president. I don't care how much you want to show that things are OK; there's no way the president is that visible that soon after a war was nearly waged. And for what it's worth, they got one more last jab in that women were evil by bringing back one of the original assassins from the very early episodes of Season 1.
Charles Taylor has a great piece in Salon saying that this season shows how bizarre the real events in Washington really were. However, what really struck me was that bizarre shootout at the L.A. Coliseum. I was half waiting for the Fleetwood Mac to show up with the USC marching band, then realized all of that happened at Dodger Stadium.