Yes, today I went with my father to another Red Sox game. Beautful day for baseball, and we had good seats, Grandstand Section 20, second row - behind home plate not too too far up. Damn, I always forget how unfomfortable those seats are. You've really got to get familiar with your neighbors. Anyway, I kept score, and the Sox won. Yay. Even Foulke had a quick ninth inning. Add in more clutch hitting from Ortiz...yahoo.

There's been a mini-controversy in sports radio, btw, since during Spring Training the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy guys showed up to film and had a couple of the Sox players in. That episode is scheduled to air Tuesday night, and some people have been bitching about it. I have to say I'm a little surprised. They're not there to get married kids, they're just there...being gay, which is what they are. I know some people don't like it, which I can understand I guess, but some of the commentary has been ignorant and mean-spirited beyond what I would have expected in this day and age. That means you, Gerry Callahan.

Someone should remind those chumps about the excellent episode the Queer Eye guys did to kick-off last season in which they set up a US Army guy who was shipping out to Iraq. They fixed that guy up with a great wedding, re-did his house, set up his wife and child, set him up with stuff to take with him, then capped the episode with a sort of PSA on the things to send to our troops overseas to help them out. Not one word about politics. No judgement. They just took care of the dude in style. Extreme style.

Anyway, the reason I bring it up is that as a promo, the Queer Eye guys were there to throw out the first pitch!

That's Carson Kressley in the pink Red Sox shirt. Who else? The other two are Kyan and Thom. My favorite, Ted (the cooking guy), wasn't there, and Jai sang a very good National Anthem.

Speaking of first pitches, I mentioned in my last Red Sox post that an Iraq War vet who lost both arms had thrown out the first pitch last time. Turns out that was Sergeant Peter Damon of Brockton, and I know that because I saw him last night when I watched Michael Moore Hates America -- which is finally available from Netflix -- and recognized his name. Sergeant Damon is the guy who appears in Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11 in his hospital bed at Walter Reed and he's not happy about it. He's since made appearances in FahrenHype 9/11 (another good film I recommend) and Michael Moore Hates America telling Moore he can stuff it and trying to undo the damage Moore did using his image without Damon's permission.

Despite the name, Michael Moore Hates America is not mean-spirited, and I'm giving it a strong recommend for rental.

The filmmaker, Michael Wilson, sort of performs a reverse Roger & Me, chasing down Michael Moore for an interview he never grants, and in the mean time, exploring some of the distortions Moore put in his films, interviewing some of Moore's subjects (like Sergeant Damon) and giving them the chance they never had - to have their say back to Moore. Along the way he interviews some ordinary folks and some punits, portraying a much more positive view of the good ole US than Moore does -- he also finds himself wrestling with some of the ethical issues documentary film makers face. His struggle against going over to "the dark side" are some of the most interesting segments in the movie.

The film is a nice antidote to some real poison.