Blah, Blah, Blah. I'm your average idiotic, self-centered teenager living so close to Yankee Stadium that I see the floodlights at night and the DirecTV blimp flies over my house and scares me senseless sometimes.

When the Dodgers lose, the D-Backs, arguments, diet coke, music (not Neil Diamond or the Beatles or Paramore or the Jonas Brothers), baseball in general, procrastinating.