So, we now have a poll. It's down there on the right, there. We're thinking it will be an every-few-weeks kind of dealie. Or until we come up with a brilliant new question. Or until we reach 1,000,000 votes, which is sure to be very often. So go vote your pants off, internet.

I have a lot of thoughts about the trading deadline. They're pretty much the same thoughts you'll find on all the baseball blogs, though, since the "blogoshpere" is mostly sabermetric. You know: the Mets got hosed; Devil Rays in 2008!; viva DePodesta. I'm mainly concerned about the fragile transition from the Bostonian "Nomahhhhh!" to the Chicagolandian "Nomar." I guess my hilarious Chicago accent doesn't read too well in print. You guys'll just have to trust me. I do a great Chicago accent. Ask Alex.

The highlight of the trade deadline was most definitely the awesome practical joke I played on Alex while I was waiting for my plane to take off today at O'Hare airport. I sent him a text message that read,

"Peralta, fausto, and aubrey for shawn chacon and a ptbnl. It's been confirmed."

To which Alex promptly replied,

"FUCK"

and, a few minutes later,

"Fuck you. you scared me you piece of crap"

to which I promptly replied,

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha".