Sean B. Fitzgerald It doesn’t go something like this, it goes exactly like this.

Headlines…

Hamilton admits to steroid use, will quit cycling(Actual ESPN headline)
What did you just think after reading that headline? Was it, "Oh my God, Josh Hamilton used steroids?!"? Because that's what I thought. Maybe you are not like me and thought, "Who cares? It's just another cyclist using steroids." But for some reason, my mind went straight to Josh Hamilton. And it makes sense if you think about it. Besides the fact that he had an unbelievably atypical year in terms of power numbers in 2008, coupled with his previous drug abuse and sudden rise to the top, just look at the headline. There aren't many Hamilton's in the world of sports and right now the only one I can think of is Josh, centerfielder for the Texas Rangers. Also, when the headline said "will quit cycling", I thought it meant "would quit his cycling of steroids", not the actual sport. Maybe that's just the way my mind works, baseball-oriented. And in case you were wondering, some cyclist named Tyler Hamilton tested positive for the steroid DHEA. Moving on...

Jim Rome is looking for writers
I was sent this link by my uncle who knows I would like to be a sports writer (well, a paid sports writer. These ads aren't cutting it). Anyway, I applied for the job for posterity's sake. Honestly, I would work unpaid for a place like ESPN. They may not have the greatest journalistic integrity, but they own anything and everything and I would love to get a piece of that pie. I ended up sending the link to Daulerio at Deadspin and he thanked me and posted it. I really should have written a post about it first and then sent it to him. That way I would have gotten some credit and increased traffic. I'm so unselfish. It really is my biggest downfall. Listening ladies? (How about that?)

Greg Paulus will compete for Michigan quarterback job
This story has been around for a few days now but I haven't written about it because I didn't want to believe it was true. Apparently, Greg Paulus, yes, that Greg Paulus, who was a star quarterback in high school, will transfer to Michigan and will compete for the quarterback job. Is has been said that  he was one of the greatest high school quarterbacks ever, and was offered a scholarship to Notre Dame. Yet he chose to play basketball for Mike Krzyzewski at Duke. Odd choice that we now know how average he is at basketball, basically reduced to a sixth man as a senior this season. The whole "Paulus under center" thing is still up in the air though. A few things would need to go his way like transfer waivers and star recruit injuries. But one thing is certain, Mr. Paulus is here to stay.

*Right now I am wearing the shirt I caught in the stands from last night's Met game. I didn't write about it yesterday because I wrote that post (see below) at midnight, was exhausted, and forgot about it. Which explains why it was so poorly written. Anyway, in between half innings around the sixth, those Met interns with the t-shirt cannons came running out ready to fire 100% polyester missiles at unsuspecting fans. Because I am a lemming, I rose to my feet and begged the young interns to fire it in my direction like the rest of us. Because what I NEEDED at that moment was another t-shirt. Especially a poorly made one. After sending a few into the upper deck and off to the left, one of them sent one up at a 90 degree angle. It was going to fall a few rows behind me so I turned around expecting it to bounce off a few people and land safely in a puddle of beer. If there is one thing everyone knows about projectiles being sent into the stands, very rarely does the first person who touches it first get to keep it. All they get is a lifetime of annoying their friends with stories about how they almost had a foul ball. Sure enough, the t-shirt bounced off about nine sets of hands a fell into the sure hands of myself (I'm an athlete, you see). As I secured it, one guy lunged at me in at attempt to grab it like it was the last Christmas ham. It was not to be as I had my Kung Fu grip on that piece of cloth and not even the Pope was going to take it from me. I held it high in the air, hugged my dad, and received a few token cheers from the section around me. I had it. The t-shirt was mine. And now I sit here wearing it, a Mets logo emblazoned across the front (I feel dirty), "Pepsi T-Shirt Launch 2009 Season" across the back. It will become a dust rag in no time.