Gads - I just spent 20 minutes working on a post and I hit some mysterious key combination and wiped the whole damn thing out. ARGH!!!!
So let me try again:
I made a fantasy baseball trade tonight that Peter is appalled by. He thinks I got taken to the cleaners. I felt pretty good about it until I was setting up links in the entry that I zotzed and then got kind of squemish as I looked at stats.
Anyhoo, I traded Greg Maddux, Pudge, Erstad, and Christian Guzman to Rick Whitbeck for Troy Glaus, Cory Lidle, Jorge Julio, and Scott Hattiberg. Hmmm - it doesn't look very pretty does it?
Stupid Steph Tricks #2:
Today was my surgical follow up visit with my urologist. 5 weeks ago, in an attempt to alleviate a bizarre urinary tract pain issue, I had Medtronic Interstim device implanted in my lower back nestled up against my 3rd (I think it's the 3'rd) sacral nerve. The implant generates small microelectronic pulses that can be felt in, shall we say, a "sensitive zone." I use a remote control unit to adjust the pulse strength. The pulses, if the unit is adjusted correctly, are not a problem at all. But, if I mess up, think "cattle prod."
My urologist and I spent quite a bit of time adjusting the location and strength of the pulses. Everything was great - until I attempted to get in my car after my appointment. As I hunched over to slip into Crapbox, I was ZOTZED big time and exploded out of my car. I was quite a sight in the Providence Hospital parking garage as I was hopping up and down frantically trying get my remote control device positioned on my butt so I could turn down the cattle prod.
Fortunately, everything is now readjusted correctly and I am experiencing comforting low zotz's.
9:37:53 PM 
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