Pictured: Jake perplexes the opposing hitters with his slow ball.

St John would be rolling in his grave if he knew what she was up to a few days on his namesake island. That is if he wasn't relic'd into many pieces.

A village cricket team, 12 horses, 10 chickens, 70 sheep, a model of Glastonbury Tor, two mosh pits, the largest harmonically tuned bell in the world and 2012 pan flutists- little plastic pan flutists.

Agree with all of that. The politics of it all just get to me. (It's in every series, but the money and tech in F1 amplify it.)

It was the first (but not the last) time in my life I felt bamboozled. I got the refund and the two free tickets to the 2006 race, but I was still justifiably annoyed. Not enough track dogs in the world could make up for that debacle.

Sweeps week local news: WHERE EVERY STORY IS LIFE-THREATENINGLY IMPORTANT!

Went to every GP at Indy and (when all the cars raced) it was great. The engine noise was like no other. I haven't really kept up with it since then, but if I was less than 5 hours away I'd definitely go to Austin.

I find it very honorable that he walked over to realign that manhole cover with the crosswalk striping. It's up to the people of a society to maintain the standards of a society. Or he's Obsessive Compulsive.

Origami. Hand dexterity can always be improved.

(off topic) New Castle makes a compatible mini-keg.

I am as unfunny on Twitter as here. (@Winky_Dinky_Dog).

I bet his producer had his finger on the mute button for him.

Fear does strange things to people. Fear of the unknown does unknowably strange things to people.

I'll go with Pearl Jam at Soldier Field in 1995. They covered Sly and the Family Stone (Everyday People) and Pete Townsend (Let My Love Open The Door). The show seemed intimate for a stadium. Oh, and Otis Rush opened up- that was awesome too.

Tim McCarver in the Hall with the lead pipe.

In off-ice hockey news, Marion Hossa, two weeks after being hit by Raffi Torres, has been going for short walks.

Also, go see a marathon in person. Just seeing the elite of the elites blow by me at a speed that I can't sprint at for 5 yards is fricking breathtaking. Luckily where I watch the Chicago marathon from each year is next to an Einstein's so I can grab a breakfast or two while I wait for the people I know to come by a…

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Usually the alcohol helps. This time it exacerbated awfulness into truly abhorrent.