Sunday was a beautiful day in Cooperstown. Gwynn and Ripken, as universally loved as any two superstars ever, offered touching speeches that justified the trips more than 70,000 fans made to see them enter the Hall of Fame. Baseball remains mired in scandal because of steroids, but Sunday was a reprieve from all of that. How long will that last? Let's just say Gwynn might be the last Hall of Famer for a long time to look nothing like he did in his rookie card, from hat size to waistline, without raising eyebrows.

In a move that surprised exactly no one, one of Michael Vick's co-defendants will plead guilty Monday morning to charges related to an alleged dogfighting enterprise. Taylor was the first to make a deal with Uncle Sam. Congratulations to everyone who chose "the one who came to court in sagging jeans and a wrinkled shirt" in their "Who's Gonna Snitch on Vick First?" pools. Words to live by -- the man who comes to court like he's got nothing to lose doesn't expect to be on trial for long. In this case, not even for a day.

In front of a quarter million left turn enthusiasts, Stewart took the checkered flag at the Allstate 400 at the Brickyard on the strength of a killer second half. Then, on national television, he dedicated the victory to all his fans who "take all the b------t" for rooting for him. Surely, NASCAR and the FCC loved hearing that. At the risk of sounding old-fashioned, Stewart was out of pocket for that one. There's only one way one could understand why he would cuss in front of the kids. And in that condition, someone would have taken his keys and called him a cab.

Almost seven months after famously proposing to his girlfriend after the Fiesta Bowl, Johnson took the stroll down the aisle and married cheerleader Chrissy Popadics. Wonder if Chris Myers sent Johnson a gift, some small token to say "my bad" for giving away Johnson's surprise proposal. Or maybe he just came to the wedding and told Mr. and Mrs. Johnson the contents of each gift box before the couple could unwrap them.

The one-time Bash Brother keeps making the most of that laptop he got for Christmas a couple years ago. Canseco will release another book this fall, and he says he's got "stuff" on Alex Rodriguez. Whatever that means. Look, folks were wrong for dismissing Canseco's first book, "Juiced," just because Jose's a publicity hound. But he is a publicity hound, and it's hard to imagine anyone would tell him anything at this point. If players aren't talking to George Mitchell, why would they talk to a blabbermouth with a literary agent?