Merry Christmas from the discarded wrapping paper capital of the world

You know, I'd like to say the Brady jersey his grampy got him was the boy's favorite Christmas gift, but at the moment he seems extremely partial to a light pink doll stroller that matches the one his big sister got.

Gee, thanks, Santa. No . . . really.

Ah, you know I kid. While my Marinovich-like NFL stage-dad dreams are dashed for now, I of course adore my dolly-lovin' boy boundlessly. Besides, his sister is the tallest kid in her class, runs like Forrest Gump on a sugar high, and can catch a football with her hands - and she's only 3 1/2! Heck, Terrell Owens can't even catch the ball with his hands yet, and he's in his 30s (but 3 1/2 mentally, obviously). She'll be getting recruiting letters from Pete Carroll any day now, I just know it.

Anyway . . .

All of us at TATB (meaning, um, me) just want to wish those of you who stop here regularly (or even in a drunken stupor every now and then) a joyous holiday season. You make this fun rather than work, and for that I'm grateful. Celebrate, be safe, and be sure to check back in later in the week for more of our patented ridiculousness.

Peace,
CF of TATB

The book on Alex Michael Finn

Called up to the world: 8:01 a.m., Friday, Aug. 11, 2006.

Key statistics: 7 pounds, 5 ounces; 19 inches long.

Scouting report: Bright blue eyes, light brown hair, just like his mom . . . content to eat, sleep and wear a diaper, just like his dad . . . prefers to leave the crying to the babies of Yankee fans . . . big sister Leah is already smitten . . . pretty much assuredly will be forced to throw and bat left . . . eligible for MLB draft in June, 2024 . . . Sox are unbeaten in his lifetime and surely will remain so . . . most certainly is not named after Alex Rodriguez.