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Flipper! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! No other words necessary after this shitstormiest of shitstorm years.

And from an ex-Jet, to boot.

Uhhhhh ... yeah. Vegas. Knights. Makes perfect sense. Because guys always walk around in 115-degree weather wearing 30 pounds of steel. Yep, I can see that ...

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Was leaving the joy of a Jonathan Richman show this past evening when a friend came up and told me about Miss Sharon Jones. If this week hasn’t hasn’t totally sucked enough yet ... losing one of the defenders of rock’n’roll (Billy Miller) on Monday, and now her. And the continuing impending death of America as we’ve

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In fond memory of one of the true defenders of all that’s good and true about rock’n’roll, Billy Miller of Norton Records (and The A-Bones), who was buried today. With an eye toward the clusterfuck of the last week and a half ...

I’m just bummed because, as a music fan, I was happy to see Elvis Costello gainfully employed between tours.

I’m surprised. (I’m an East Coaster who lived in exile in Fresno for eight years.) Usually about this time, the Tioga Pass road (120) gets its first snowfall and is closed until the following late spring/early summer. (They try to have the road open by the 4th of July at the latest; one year, the snow removal crews

It’s an insult to cats everywhere.

Forget, for a second, the back-to-back non-apologies.

You get a star just because of your name.

I can’t believe ... Craig is still styling while laying in his hospital bed! Neon. But why should I be surprised? Two things: 1) Having just lost my father to his cancer three months ago — and seeing him slip away while having to wear one of those goddamn dopey, dignity-robbing, green flower-patterned hospital gowns —

Bochy’s world of Torture takes many forms. Last night’s was one of the more exquisite ones, but in the end, it was a W, coming after two Ls.

I thought Minnie Minoso Field or Minnie Minoso Park would’ve been nice. But nice doesn’t generate excess profits, I guess ...

<b>Let’s remember some Giants:</b>

In my first life, I was a sportswriter for six years at a slightly downstate newspaper in Connecticut, and one of my favorite assignments was covering the races on the holiday weekends at Lime Rock, especially Memorial Day. That was the biggest racing weekend of the year; the main event included the GT and GT-P cars,

The first big moment I was aware of was Michey Mantle’s 500th home run, through the snow on the TV on Channel 11. The second was his 536th, when Denny McClain served it on a platter.

In the mid’60s, Vietnam was daily news and the space race seemed to be daily. But it was the double-whammy in the spring of ’68, when I was in first grade: MLK’s murder (less than a week after LBJ said he wouldn’t run for re-election); and the rapid rise of Bobby Kennedy, and his just-as-rapid murder; he was shot late

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George F. Will (the F stands for Fucking) has been a tool of the Republican Party and the corporate overlords for 40 years now. And a world-class, look-in-the-dictionary-and-there’s-his-photo twit. Although in recent years, he’s been slumming it, wearing neckties more than bowties and ... horror ... occasionally

I heard it was Sunday’s Academy of Bro Country Music Awards that killed him. (But seriously, the man could paint some serious pictures. Don’t you know that “If We Make It Through December” resonated during a couple of stretches of joblessness.)