Welcome to the final installment of The Grind with Flip Satchel and Bill Freitas (before Flip becomes a daddy — sorry to disappoint the haters). So put the brain on neutral, grab an afternoon cup of crappy office coffee and check out what we have on this here weekly round-up.

One of the few things we enjoy more than a Rays victory is one at the hands of the arrogant scourge of the local chapter of Red Sux Nation. And beer. And sex is pretty awesome too, boy howdy. Where were we? Right, the game. Rafael Soriano (who just got added to the All-Star roster) made it a little too interesting for our taste in the 9th, but he nailed it shut and our boys are one win away from making the embarrassing reverse-sweep in late May as irrelevant as Vanilla Ice (who, for those of you who don't know, will be performing at the Trop this weekend in what will no doubt be theshortest concert ever). Does all this mean the questionable head-tilting managerial decisions made by Joe Maddon are now the work of a genius mad scientist, or just blind luck that will once again run out? One thing is certain; with this team, "Anything less than the best is a felony". Testify, Van Winkle.

Offensive lineman Jeremy Trueblood was treated and released from the Hancock County (Ind.) lock-up on a drunk and disorderly charge around 10:30 Tuesday night after a long day of golfing (drinking) with his buddy. Apparently, while waiting for Jeremy's mommy (seriously) to pick them up at a gas station store, the clerk called the fuzz because they were knocking Twinkies, Ding-dongs, and almost a small lady with child over. The po-po responded and pulled Wanda Trueblood (mom) over, oddly enough, for a seatbelt violation. Then naturally, under the influence of several beverages, the boys sloppily defended the woman's honor resulting in handcuffs and an overnight stay. At the time of the podcast, none of these facts were available so let's see how accurate our speculation was.

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This article appears in Jul 1-7, 2010.