Things will change around here...tomorrow. The site will be taken offline for a few hours sometime tomorrow evening.

For now, though, it's time to Lincecum on and feel the noize. If I were to write a rap song about him, it would include a passage like this:

"Blowing heat up in the spot, just 23 years old
Fighting through groin pains like he was Tracey Gold."

That's if I were to write a rap song about him. I still have to finish my two-disc rock opera about him first.