At this point, what is there to say that matters? The next few days are nothing more than a waiting game. Sure, I would have liked to see Beckett’s final tune-up go a little smoother, but it didn’t. And it certainly wasn’t the train wreck that CC tossed on Friday. Whatever. After today’s half-hearted regular season finale, we fall into the black hole until the playoffs start. So I will take this opportunity to shower you with a bunch of meaningless opinions. Which, I guess, doesn’t make this different than any other post.

Sons of Anarchy is the best show on television. If you’ve seen it, you know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, check it out.

I hate winter. I dread it more and more every year. Short days, freezing nights, dirty snow, icy roads, traffic, heating bills…what is there to like?

Putting a shopping cart in front of a person drops their I.Q. by fifty points. Why do people in the grocery store think it’s OK to park their cart in a way that blocks an entire aisle while they try to figure out which cereal has less trans fat? Or stop and chat with someone so you can’t get to the red meat section? It’s why I eat out so much. That, and the fact that I’m banned from every major supermarket in a ten mile radius from my house.

Nickels and pennies should be obsolete.

Ditto personal checks. If you’re under the age of seventy and writing checks in stores, please punch yourself in the face.

Is anybody else as curious as I am about Red’s “business trip?”

Lenny Clark is the unfunniest person to make a living at comedy. Yelling doesn’t make what you say funny, it just doesn’t.

The iPod remains the single greatest invention in recent time.

Is there anything creepier than the traveling carnivals that show up for a week in your local K-Mart parking lot? Have you seen the people that set up and operate the rides?

I hope this post has served its purpose in making you want the post-season to begin that much more.