So here is what happened to Fernando Cabada.

Or, you could say, what Fernando Cabada did to himself. But first, a little background.

Just saw this piece of sports news today.

Starting next season, If any high school football team in the great state of Connecticut beats another team by 50 or more points, the coach of the winning team is suspended for one game.

I'm on one of those trips where you're going from a city that isn't quite big enough for cheap, convenient travel to another city that isn't quite big enough for cheap, convenient travel.

Just to clear something up: When Mark McGwire and Barry Bonds are alleged to have started using steroids, steroids were not banned by baseball. But they were illegal in the eyes of the law.

Classic email today from a reader in Wisconsin, who wanted to correct me on something from my Sunday column.

I began the piece with this line: "Finding an amateur dressage spectator is like looking for a doctorate of molecular physics at a Judas Priest concert. Good luck."

Just wanted to give you a little sample of the feedback I've been getting since my Wednesday column, the one where I theorized how many home runs Bonds would have now if he hadn't -- ALLEGEDLY! -- used steroids.

He did admit to the grand jury that he unknowingly used "the clear" and "the cream," two steroids, but we'll keep playing the "allegedly" game if it makes you feel better.

OK, here is my first attempt at posting a picture. This is my Dodge truck, which I bought new in 1997 with the help of my parents, who traded in their car for it.

With gas prices at whatever gas prices are at, I decided to sell it.

OK, I've been slacking in the blog department, but I'm back. And I have bribes to try to make up for the fact that I haven't been posting regularly, besides a promise that I'll do better.

No. 1: I'm going to try to start posting pictures. "Matt, do you know how to post pictures?" you ask. Of course not. But I'll figure it out, or I'll ask someone who understands how this whole internet thing works.