I am having one of those days where I feel like I'm always just a little bit out of whack. I just can't seem to pull it together, so if you see a bunch of split infinitives and dangling participles in my posts today, you'll have to forgive me.

In the morning, Jon noticed that I had been mentioned in this review of Reds blogs. I was encouraged to see that everything the review had to say about Red Hot Mama, whether he thought it was positive or negative, was exactly what I was going for. I was a tad distraught that he introduced me like this:

Red Hot Mama is the “woman” blogger of the Reds.

Why is “woman” in quotes? Is he suggesting that I'm not really a woman? To anyone out there who doubts my lack of phallus, let me tell you that I will hunt you down and beat you like the dog that you are, and when I'm done…wait, that doesn't sound very feminine. I'd better rethink this.

Like always, I spent my lunch hour at the gym and watched ESPN. I can't be the only one that has noticed that ESPN gives a disproportionately small amount of time to Reds coverage. Surely one of you stats guys has counted up how many minutes they spend on each team; are there numbers to back me up here?

After lunch, I got an email from Jon, whom I am up against in fantasy baseball this week, saying that he was never going to beat me if Freel keeps up these heroics. A wave of shock hit me as I realized I'd forgotten about the game and had missed the first six innings. I got the GameDay up ASAP and skimmed through to try to get caught up, but it took me even longer to realize that Harang should have been pitching and have to do the research into why he wasn't, adding to the feeling that I'm just not with it today.

And here it is, almost 7 p.m., and I'm just now getting my post up for the day. Time to go have some supper and a glass of wine to collect my wits before writing today's fake news story. Hopefully I'll have my split infinitive issues worked out by then.