Lost Time Is Not Found Again is what the MPS blog crew has been reading today. Maybe.

+ Kevin Gregg will no longer be the Cubs’ closer. {The Friendly Blogfines.}

+ Don’t even think about tweeting from a SEC game this season. {NBC Chicago.}

+ Michael Tunison’s book hits shelves today. Go get it. {Kissing Suzy Kolber.}

+ With Chase Budinger, the punchlines write themselves. {The Blowtorch.}

+ Non-sports: Great new “Mad Men” blog. {Footnotes of Mad Men.} Boy goes to Europe, girl sends him insane e-mails. {Kottke.}

Quotable:

“But because Stephon isn’t leaning against the wall, grabbing some valuable appendage, sporting huge hunks of bling that would make Zsa Zsa Gabor blush — the typical look for just about any NBA baller in any club over the last 15 years — Haywood is freaked out. And because he’s never had to think about this sort of thing, weird = gay. Different = gay. Shirtless = gay. Stephon = gay.

And it’s pathetic. It’s as sad and pointless as Marbury’s ego-driven trip down Dementia Ave.

Brendan, guess what? You’ve likely had a gay teammate, at some level, dressing around you since you started playing basketball. More than likely. Even more assured is the absolute fact that you’ve had a gay member of the media in the locker room after the game while you dress.

And somehow — and I know this is shocking, but just try to hang with me here — they’ve managed to not jump your bones as you walk around in a towel, or less.” – Brendan Haywood isn’t fully informed