Archive for July, 2008
How Farnsworth Got His Worth Back
Like any self-respecting New Yorker, I don’t totally know how to operate a car. Sure, I can. Legally. But that doesn’t mean I can actually. They’re busy at the DMV. A lot of stuff falls through the cracks, and I am sure that a license or two gets awarded on occasion that has not been [...]
Can’t Find a Betemit
For reasons that are unclear, Yankees utility infielder Wilson Betemit uses Pearl Jam’s “Better Man” as his at-bat song. For those of you unfamiliar with the song, it’s about a woman who settles for a mediocre guy because she’s convinced it’s the best she can do. Not exactly the song to get you pumped up [...]
A Boy Named Goose
With everything that’s been going on lately—hamster birthdays, the Chowda Series, the discovery that I can, in fact, be buying my paintball supplies wholesale—I haven’t had a chance to acknowledge Goose Gossage and his induction into the Hall of Fame. Before I proceed, I just want to make sure that we’re all on the same [...]
Happy Birthday to (Vida) Blue
First things first, in response to one of the comments, I just want to state for the record that when I criticized Hansen for hitting A-Rod, what I was criticizing was his lack of originality. Nothing more. To be clear, generally speaking, if you’re going to bean a Yankee, make it A-Rod. Definitely. 100%. No [...]
Manny is Manny but Who is Uncle Guido?
I’m in a small town called Guilford in Northern Connecticut at the moment, and I thought I was appreciating my time here exclusively for reasons not worth mentioning on the blog because they weren’t entertaining enough—the scenery, the slow pace, the people who are so friendly that you suspect that they are trying to get [...]
Youk Can Lead a Horse to Water
So I was forced to miss the first half of the Yankees-Red Sox Game yesterday because I was busy watching Sam Shepard’s new play “Kicking a Dead Horse,” which might have been more appropriately titled, “Ninety minutes of My Life I’ll Never Get Back,” “I wonder if I can Check the Score For the Game [...]
Oh, What a Tangled Web We Favre
I think that despite our differences, all of us—even the chowda head, Crisp loving, puppy haters—can agree that these are troubled times. The market’s down, the global temperature’s up. It’s a lot. It gets you thinking. What’s really important? What should we be focusing our energy on? When you boil life down to its essence, [...]
Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot
You heard it hear first (unless, of course, you didn’t): Estelle (Sophia Petrillo) Getty has pictured Sicily for the last time. If you were anything like me, you had an elderly babysitter named Shirley who fed you fish sticks and got you hooked at a young age on America’s favorite show about retirees in Miami, [...]
Coco Crisp: Why He Sucks and Why It Ultimately Doesn’t Matter
The name of this site bears little relation to what happens on this site. (Not that there won’t be baseball-related discussions or even a fair amount of Red Sox bashing.) But I am not a strong believer in the need for that kind of continuity. Ultimately, however, if there’s a principle I want to be [...]
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