For a plethora of reasons that I don’t even need to explain, I have derided the Jeff Weaver trade from the beginning.  However, today’s start alone was enough reason to give the move a nod of approval.  The Birds’ rotation is on life support.  Here’s to you, Jeff Weaver…you Dutch Boy paint can-lookin’, 6+ ERA totin’…whatever you are.  Next time I’m in the STL, the Lion’s Choice is on me.

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All agreed, except for the fact that Hot Chip should be reclassified as the winner of the “Good but not Good” Award. They were jammin for a minute, then they played Enya. Dunno…British music.

You didn’t miss anything with the Flaming Lips…except when Wayne came out in a bubble.

Other awards:

Best food item: corn on the cobb.

Best getup: Gnarls.

The Band you knew would deliver…and did: Gnarls.

Best hookup: Bret Bassi. How does your hair lay down like that?

Funniest moment (by the largest of margins): Billups and the buttgrabbers (you at your finest, Punkin). I kept telling him not to do it but he was like, “I got this, Bro.” He was right.

Best band I only heard for 3 minutes: Particle.

Finally, the winner of the “Extreme Roller Coaster Ride of the Day” award goes to….well, me. Sunday’s antics were classic, including my best Johnny Depp on the walk to the show (arrr…treasure matey) and my run-in with Big Poppa Pump. Plus, I was rockin-out the “Creed Sucks” t-shirt all day(parlayed into a photo op). In the immortal words of Jesse Hughes, “Let’s hear it for me!”

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