Just got off the phone with my editor. In a polite way he asked if I was the one who wrote Tim Lincecum didn’t pitch well in Saturday’s game. I said I’d check my copy. I checked. I wrote it.

That’s total embarrassment. I was at the game and I knew it was Sunday. I really did attend the game. So I wonder, how does something like that happen? I had been on vacation and one day dribbled into another — a good feeling. But I was off vacation yesterday and, in my world, Saturday and Sunday are totally different things. One thing is sure. Today is Monday. Right?