All the news the New York Times "forgot" - to print
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Warning, this is an update.
There is nothing really going on that would be worth blogging about so I just decided to rant. So please do not take offence if I say that the Red Sox are comparable to Howard Dean. Because really, I believe, there are a lot of similarities between both of them.
3: Neither is good at closing the deal. The Redsox's bullpen sure look's good. A 7.93 era is not really that bad considering that you only spend about a meager fifty million on it. Alan Embree, Matt Mantei , John Halama and Keith Foulke make the Tampa Bay Devil Rays late innings pitching staff look like perennial All Stars.( By the way. I went to MBL.com when I heard Johnny Damon was caching up on the All Star balloting and voted against him five times.) Enough has been said of Howard Deans closing horrors.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Da Red [as in dead] Sox Lose
"So 1, 2, 3 go the Sox. And at the end of eight, it's 20 to nothing Yankees on the Yankees radio..."
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Sunday, June 19, 2005
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Plan Of Return
A Parody Of Bob Woodward’s Plan Of Attack
By Silas
Foreword
South-Northern Ho!
After the practice, Connie and I walked out of the Arts and Other Junk building into the dark night. Looking back at the building as we waited to cross the street, I mentioned to her that “It sure looks like something out of Star Wars.’’ She agreed; as we crossed the street I asked her what was our plan to get home. Connie shrugged and answered blandly “the intelligence is here,’’ pointing down at her purse.
I questioned further, “but have you looked at it, the map. To make sure it is accurate.’’
Connie answered sharply, “of course! Why won’t we.’’
By this time, I was beginning to feel uneasy about the ‘Intelligence’ so I politely asked her to see it. “No, No, Never!’’ replied Connie throwing her hands up in the moon light lit night. She screamed, “It’s a slam dunk case!’’
Connie did not answer, she just pressed down harder on the gas peddle, looking blankly as we neared the highway.
“So there’s no turning back now, huh’’ I said calmly. Connie thought for a moment then answered softly but sharply, “are you with me or against me?"
I did not answer but instead muttered “The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry.’’ Connie either did not hear what I said or did not care because she showed no comprehension or basic reaction to my insight. We drove on.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Friday, June 03, 2005
How to show your book to a Liberal. (if you must.)
Last night I was chaperoning my sister to the play