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GeneParmesansAmigo
geneparmesansamigo

I initally intended to comment on your first few paragraphs, but then “Armfart Station” stole my attention.

This is brave and correct.

“We went to Cooperstown [for a tournament] and that was fun for the boys.”

I think Bart may be Batman. Or maybe he’s just wearing the chest portion of Batman’s suit.

Rndlph

I have changed my mind a thousand times by now. If you’ve ever seen celebrities (including basketball players) take batting practice, you’ll get a good idea of how hard it is to hit a home run. It requires strength and form, and almost no one is born into having proper form. But there are plenty of former softball

WYTS fan letters rarely evoke sympathy or pride - J managed to produce plenty of both. I’m not sure I can handle reading the story about J’s mom, but I want to anyway.

One question for him: Does he like it in the can?

There is no limit to the number of strikeouts you can have in four innings, so 11 isn’t literally close to the maximum.

Ugh...this headline AGAIN?

This article is a great illustration of Gawker/Gizmodo’s most noble purpose: entertaining, ironically intelligent, half-assed analysis of events that don’t really warrant analysis at all.

I read it as “sportsthrob” the first time. Seems to be an apt portmanTebow.

Karl Malone was the same height, and had a 9'2" standing reach. You need to jump to a height of at least 10'10" to dunk. Can Comey jump 20 inches?

Can you imagine how many Cannonball Titcomb jerseys a team could sell these days? Imagine the Cannonball Titcomb promotional giveaway items they could hand out at the gates! Bobbleheads would look like kids’ toys in comparison.

I think you might be overestimating how exclusive the commentariat’s standards are when considering whether something is “interesting”. (It appears that Ulohtsa agrees with that.)

Befriending your neighbors is a huge tactical error - they have the greatest opportunity and means to bother you. Why give them a motive?

I’d love to know the circumstances (prior to last night’s Scootergasm) that led you to research outfield wall configurations from 1894. I’m almost certain that everyone who made it this far into the comments section on this particular story would find the details endearing.

Odor’s necklace rotation alone puts this one at a higher level.

If money is no object and you want to go “fancy” downtown, I’d suggest Restaurant L or Boca. Orchids is great too, but it is the most formal of the traditionally fancy places downtown. Cincinnati punches well above its weight when it comes to fine dining.