I started this post last night with the intent to have it finished before I went to bed, schedule it for 7 AM, and wake up to your comments and sweet, sweet, worthless retweets. I got as far as typing the title and selecting a photo, then I started watching Brockmire, and stuck with that until I was dozing off on the couch. When I woke up to the sweetest kitten cleaning my face with her little sandpaper tongue, I grabbed my laptop and put it on the dining room table with the goal of tying a ribbon on this and unleashing it on the world, but got sidetracked by a dishwasher full of clean dishes and a sink full of dirty ones.
Former Padres first baseman Willie McCovey turns 80 today
