What do you expect?

Welcome to Bizzarro World. Everything is going completely and utterly in the opposite direction it should, at least, according to the statistics, projections and history.

And everyone knows the paper aspects of sports – statistics, projections and history – are one of, if not the solely, most intricate part of spectator sports. Las Vegas has constructed a billion-dollar a year industry by odds-making, thus bankrolling on history.

Until 2010.

What history would ever point us to a MLB season that isn't even to its midway point yet, but has bestowed the viewing public with nearly half a dozen no-hitters? Especially with two of them being the Haley's Comet of baseball, a perfect game–only 20 have been produced in the entire 100 plus year history of Major League Baseball.

The cherry that tops that sundae of inexplicable facts is that the most famous of all the no-hitters of 2010 and perfect pitch performances will be the most imperfect one. Armando Galarraga blasted 26 outs worth of a flawless baseball game on June 3. Then his perfect game was corrupted and shattered into a trillion beautiful pieces, much like the city he and his Tigers call home, Detroit.

A blown call by the first base umpire. It was a gaffe, and it saved history from being taunted. Pitchers are just supposed to be the guys that tee it up for hulksters like Barry Bonds and A-Rod.

Right?

That's what the juiced up '90s taught us.

What about Uncle Sam's soccer? That motley crew collection of faux-hawk frolicking pretty boys that run – sprint, really – around a soccer ball like a bunch of foreigners? Americans don't play soccer because we've got basketball – whose glory was just regained at the 2008 Summer Olympics. We have baseball – which has been internationally dominated by the Japanese – and football – no one else plays it, as opposed to fútbol, the globe's foremost sport.

Soccer has always been the USA's Joe Dirt. Yeah, its adorable and fun sometimes, but at the end of the day, we – Americans – forget it in the middle of the Grand Canyon and don't look back.

Then the Cardiac Cowboys volleyed their ways into the sports-loving souls of every ESPN addict to their drama-drenched FIFA World Cup bid. It was like the writers of "Lost", "The Hills" and "ER" rallied together and said, "Hey, let's take all the drama that dumb blondes and desperate housewives have and apply it to the world's premeir sport."

The Yanks kicked conventional wisdom in the teeth by winning their group – over the soccer-gods from England – and in doing so raised the blood-pressure of the world's most obese nation.

Finally, on the most local of stages for the Pirates, goes the championship chances of AASU Tennis. Name the past two national champions in Division II Tennis.

If your answer rhymed with anything other than shmarmstrong, then you're wrong. So who was going to stop the Pirates from taking a third?

Well for the Lady Pirates, no one.

But the fellas fell to the foe that they had vanquished in the previous two years — Barry University.

The three-peat still belonged to the Lady Pirates, though. The days of dynasties were supposed to be dead, thanks in great part to the NCAA and their infinitesimal sanctions that they inflict on any program that even thinks the wrong way.

Conventional wisdom is changing. America has a black president. The reigns of Tiger Woods and Roger Federer as world No. 1s seem to be over, and Brangelina have been together for five years.

Woah.

Put those expectations in your pipe, and spark it.

Get it. Got it. Good.