We're not much for sports memorabilia, but we do feel like when we're in a foreign country we should buy something soccer related, just so we can impress Hirshey and make people think we're, like, worldly. The problem, though, is the same one we have with NASCAR merchandise; who wants to buy an team jersey with the name of a big impersonal corporation on the front? Yes, yes, we know: Every team is its own corporation. But it doesn't feel as much as one. It means something to have "CUBS" on the front of your shirt. What does it mean to have "NOVATEL?"

So, we didn't buy any soccer garb; we didn't even buy a beret. We did, however, very much enjoy MLB.tv still working in Paris. Cards went 4-1 while we were gone. We'll take it. And we're glad to be back.

In about an hour, we'll be on a plane to Paris, where we will attempt to pronounce "Où montrent-ils aux cardinaux le jeu?" (Roughly translated from "Where are they showing the Cardinals game?") We don't speak any French, we don't know anything about France and you can't even smoke inside anymore. We'll try to keep ourselves busy.

Mssgrs. Daulerio and Chandler will be here to take you through the rest of the week. We'll be back Tuesday morning. If we could grow facial hair, we'd be sporting a goatee, but you all know that isn't possible. We just hope we run into this guy.