Sweets from little people

Publix no longer sells Cosmic Brownies. The entire Little Debbie stand, as well as the entire Hostess stand, have disappeared, replaced by nothing, turning Aisle 1 into a wasteland of space and depression flanked by the solderous milk cartons and endless bottles of Gatorade that, I continue to wonder, exist inside the Pistons' cooler. What is that? Just water? Or a "sports drink?" The Mudcats featured PowerAde in one cooler and water in another, but when those little people who always wear hearts hold cups into huddles at timeouts, what's in them? Water would make the most sense; perhaps a former "manager" could tell me.

Today marked the first day the Wizard of Oz ever came up at work. For reasons that can only possibly exist in the minds of people who sit in the administrative offices of major league baseball teams, we're having the last surviving munchkin from the 1939 Best Picture nominee at our FanFest on Saturday. Peter Gammons at 1pm, munchkins all day. It's mind-boggling. This isn't even Mike Veeck-ickish. This isn't a good gimmick. This is so random. We might as well have Mr. Belding drop by. Perhaps the Keebler Elf is free.