Caught on the Fly.(Humor)(Brief Article)(Column)

Hey didn't you used to drive for Jack Roush?

* Folks in Joisey have come to expect little help from doctors, referees and Lady Luck when it comes to their beloved Nits. So coach Byron Scott tried to get help from higher powers, bringing in his pops, an ordained minister, for divine inspiration. The result? Steph Marbury's injured finger ended his season the next day. "Even God is against us," whispers one Nit.

* Buzzing around NFL owners' meetings, raking in debate on proper headwear within the league dress code, Fly could not help but wonder: Does the league consider Bud Adams' hair a skullcap or a bandanna?

* It's good news for the D-Backs when the Big Unit's feelin' ornery, and the game face has come early. When B.U. threw a fastball at the end of spring training that struck and killed a passing dove, players cracked wise over the dead bird. Unit's response: nary a smile. "Starting now, he won't smile till October," whispers a D-Backs 'mate.

* As Fly well knows, there is no burden like the burden of genius. Little wonder that Bay Area brainiac Bill Walsh is feelin' heavy pr-r-r-ressure. He'd like to cash in his No. 9 draft chip for choice choices in rounds two and three, but he has gamed such a rep for bamboozlin' the dimwits who line the front offices of most NFL teams that nobody will return his calls.

* Sure, the Sawx's Carl Everett, a one-man epidemic of ...