Toronto Blue Jays

Depending on whom you talk to in the blogosphere, Jorge Posada's actions last night were deserving of the highest honors of douchebaggery, or he was simply standing up for himself. As a Blue Jays fan, I'm having a tough time defending the latter.

First of all, Jesse Carlson didn't even hit Posada...didn't even come close. Just like most of this season, Carlson missed his location by a mile. I'm sure he was aiming for Jorge.

David Purcey's return to the Blue Jays is bittersweet in many ways. He began the season as one of the surefire starting pitchers, then quickly fizzled out and was sent to work on his stuff down in the minor leagues.

From River Ave Blues:

There was an incident the day before, though, one I think that many people forget.

Yup. I forgot. And in case you forgot, too, I’ll explain the situation. The day was July 5 and the Yankees were at home against the Blue Jays. In the bottom of the first, a Derek Jeter single, a Mark Teixeira walk, and a Jorge Posada single had the bases loaded with just one out.

The 2009 Toronto Blue Jays have lacked consistency in the cleanup spot.

For the first 55 games of the season, they rolled with Vernon Wells in the number four slot. Then for the next 34 games, Scott Rolen settled in very nicely before he was shipped off to the Cincinnati Reds. Since then, the team has struggled to find success in one of the most crucial parts of the lineup card.

The end is near, which is good or bad, depending on which side of the fence you sit on.

You know the Toronto Blue Jays are having a bad season when they start shattering records for attendance, but not in the good way. This week had two of the lowest attended games in Blue Jay history as Toronto squared off against the Minnesota Twins.

The onset of the NFL season has pretty much insured that only the hardiest of Jays fans are still paying attention. Personally, I've done my best impression of a corpse just trying to find something to write about. It's like trying to get a straight answer from Elton John (he's gay).

Over the past few days, I have read in newspapers and listened on NY sports radio as commentators discuss the idea of taking Vernon Wells' absurd contract as the springboard to land Roy Halladay in the Bronx.

I hate myself.

They just don't make showers hot enough to clean me of my new fragrance, "Hate" by J.P. Ricciardi.

And I've tried. I think I've lost a few layers of skin trying.

What I'm talking about is the negativity that surrounds these Toronto Blue Jays, honorable defenders of fourth place in the AL East. I've found myself criticizing every facet of their play (most of the time deservedly so) but I haven't found happiness doing it.

Some of us baseball aficionados definitely need to get a life.

When we're not sitting around endlessly speculating on whether or not the Blue Jays are going to trade superstar pitcher Roy Halladay, we're sitting around figuring out ever more creative ways to waste time on the Great American Pastime.

What follows may be a winner—in terms of wasting time.