“Finally,” writes Repoz, “proof that excess Twinkie intake does indeed affect the brain!” Crashburn Alley’s Bill B. — an avowed Phillies fan — is amongst those who’ve argued the Mets’ David Wright was a more deserving choice for NL MVP than Philadelphia’s Jimmy Rollins. Sadly, Bill chose to take this argument up with the Philadelphia Daily News’ Bill Conlin, who wasted little time replying, “Tell your bloggers, my career against theirs. . .” Here’s a few more pearls of wisdom Conlin chose to share with a relatively civil correspondent — rather than addressing the matter at hand :

Don™t you need to contact the 30 electors“including the two Mets beat writers“who failed to give write a single first place vote instead of a commentator who does not vote for the awards. You™re a Mets fan and you had your little bubble of arrogance and smugness burst. Your team choked big time, an epic gagaroo. At least the 1964 Phillies had an excuse“they were probably no more than the Cardinals, Reds, Braves, Dodgers and Giants that year. One question: When a Mets team chokes in a forest and nobody is there to hear it, does it make a gagging sound? Next time bring more to the table than wishful fan numbers that bear no semblance to reality. I wonder how it feels to be the Phillies bitch (sic)

The only positive thing I can think of about Hitler™s time on earth“I™m sure he would have eliminated all bloggers. In Colonial times, bloggers were called œPamphleteers. They hung on street corners handing them out to passersby. Now, they hang out on electronic street corners, hoping somebody mouses on to their pretentious sites. Different medium, same MO. Shakespeare accidentally summed up the genre best with these words from a MacBeth soliloquy: œ. . .a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. . .