When Tommy Lasorda Is Your Star Witness, Your Case Sucks

One time I was walking around a grim industrial section of the then-grim industrial city of Bratislava, and I stumbled across a farmer's market. Inside, I bought a leek. I was probably hung over and sad, and so I gazed at the leek, on this winter day, and thought to myself "You know, the leek's beautiful simplicity, it's elegant functionality—this, finally, is proof that God exists!"

I swear to Buddha that that insipid thought was smarter than this Washington Post column suggesting that, um, Intelligent Design might be the best explanation we have for … Joe DiMaggio.