Four drafts down. One to go. That's right. For some strange reason, I've had the third overall pick in all my drafts. Here's hoping Addai, Westbrook and Peterson all have good years - that means injury-free. I'm staying away from the Bengals for many reasons. Here's one:

Over at the NY Times, Thomas Friedman has been beating his energy drum about as hard as Kristof was beating his Darfur drum two years ago; his Op-Ed pieces have been must-reads. Most recently, his piece on Denmark was particularly both inspiring and distressing. Here is an excerpt:

Unlike America, Denmark, which was so badly hammered by the 1973 Arab oil embargo that it banned all Sunday driving for a while, responded to that crisis in such a sustained, focused and systematic way that today it is energy independent. (And it didn't happen by Danish politicians making their people stupid by telling them the solution was simply more offshore drilling.)

And even more maddening:

Because it was smart taxes and incentives that spurred Danish energy companies to innovate, Ditlev Engel, the president of Vestas - Denmark's and the world's biggest wind turbine company - told me that he simply can't understand how the U.S. Congress could have just failed to extend the production tax credits for wind development in America.

Why should you care?

"We've had 35 new competitors coming out of China in the last 18 months," said Engel, "and not one out of the U.S."

Anyway, you should read the one-page piece. And maybe start being scared of more than just terrorists.

God, I am sick of that jackass. He's swimming for eight medals, in case you're deaf, blind, retarded and live in a cave under a rock on a moon in another galaxy. And, after last night, he might just get them. Still, I'm predicting his vanity will lead him to wear his seven medals for his final event. Yep, he will wrap all that gold around his neck in an effort to intimidate his opponents and, of course, get a few more cameras pointed his way. Unfortunately, after diving into the pool, he will not resurface. He will struggle on the bottom, fighting the weight of the seven medals around his neck. He will be fished out with a skimmer by Mark Spitz. Wait! Mark ain't even there.