Man, am I ever hopeful now!
I hope President Obama is as much substance as he is sizzle. America needs a lot of the former and none of the latter.
I hope Bud Selig realizes how outrageous it is that he'll again make an eight-figure salary this year while MLB.com just cut the pay of its recent-college-grad summer interns from $500 per week to zero.
I hope the economy can get fixed so that, in 10 years, all of our investments will at least be worth 75 percent of what they were six months ago.
I hope Mickey Rourke wins a well-deserved best-actor Oscar for his amazing work in The Wrestler.
I hope for peace in the Middle East - and I hope nobody thinks I'm insane for even suggesting it's possible.
I hope to see LeBron vs. Kobe in a seven-game NBA Finals.
I hope our new president and the rest of our leaders can figure out a few ways to remedy the credit and housing crises that don't involve saddling our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren with several quadrillion dollars of debt.
I hope Tiger comes back healthy; if he doesn't, why even bother having a PGA Tour?
I hope that one of these nights, ex-Decider Dubya wakes up in a cold sweat, having finally realized he was manipulated for eight years by puppetmaster Dickie Veep.
I hope the second season of True Blood will be as entertaining as the first.
I hope everybody realizes that once most newspapers are out of business, there will be nobody to expose the crooks we elect.
I hope "wounded pride" is the only injury any ballplayer suffers in the utterly unnecessary World Baseball Classic.
I hope people stop losing their jobs. I don't need the company.