Cam Cameron is very happy the Chargers choked: Because now he’s the new head coach of the Dolphins instead of the offensive coordinator of MartyBall (please, again, absolutely no relation to RandBall).

Wolves defeat Pistons tonight: As long as we’re here, might as well try to go 0-for-3 this weekend.

10,000 Takes invites you to FEAR THE BARN! Can you feel the love? Because we sometimes mistake sarcasm for love. And a warm pair of pants for love. Really, we could go on and on.

Really, this is (mostly) a family newspaper and a family blog. We’re *shocked* by some of the stuff that’s out there on the Interweb. The kinds of things that have no place in the public discourse. Stuff like this, which really, is just so shocking, morally objectionable and hilarious that we just don’t know what to do with ourselves. Headline of the year, by the way. Hands down.

Update: The link has been fixed! The day has been saved! Rejoice!

The publishing company already sacked “If I did it,” the train wreck of an idea in which O.J. Simpson was to detail exactly how he did kill would have killed his ex-wife. And now they have put the kibosh on “7: The Mickey Mantle Novel,” a pseudo-memoir about the ex-Yankees slugger which was set to go on sale in March but apparently enraged his family. What else is in the hopper, HarperCollins? “A Pictorial History of Jose Canseco’s Nude Sudokus?” Or perhaps “Smoking in the Post: The Stojko Vrankovic Story.”

Update: Will Leitch, the man with the magic fingers over at Deadspin, points out to RandBall that there is one book HarperCollins still plans to publish: His. “The Ballad of Ron Mexico.” Due out in fall 2007, or at least scheduled to be until Will falls prey to some terrible scandal involving a nectarine and a shaved yak.

It’s nice to see these types of rants are originating from Cincinnati fans, not Twins fans, these days. There were some who thought Minnesota was unwise to get rid of Lohse, warts and all, when all the arms got hurt last year. Not a chance. It was addition by subtraction.

Sorry for that long, drawn-out, vague Simpsons reference for a headline. But thanks to Kissing Suzy Kolber (the top-notch blog, not the activity) for reminding us that ESPN’s cadre of NFL “experts” went a rather dismal 14-18 picking the four playoff games last weekend. See, the proof is right here. RandBall and various commenters went, what, 13-3? Something like that. This week, Sean Salisbury likes the Jaguars by Q and the Renegades by 15.4 (and, probably, he would like his cell phone to remain in his pocket, thanks very much).