The statesman at left also doesn't understand how to read—or, at least, how to operate a magazine.
The statesman at left also doesn't understand how to read—or, at least, how to operate a magazine.
Jeter. He only frightens opposing pitchers. Used to, anyway.
Simply because this is Belmont Stakes week, I must note that Zim was faithful follower of the ponies. I saw him many times at the track—often, or come to think of it, always—in the company of Joe Torre. Zim gave me a tip one time at Santa Anita. The horse lost (natch), but what the hell ...
Thanks. That was so great. I'm surprised that Zim's head didn't explode, which it always did look wont to do. And I love Steve Stone talking Harry C. off the ledge.
"Wait! You're saying the 'king of the grand-slam bat' song was because of the king of beers? Aw, nuts." [swings fist, punches Rick Reuschel in gut inadvertently] — Jody Davis
Fun and excellent, though they missed a marketing tie-in op by not playing the song on bottles of Tuborg—The Beer of Danish Kings.
So my idea for a novel where the ramen girl soup guy turns out to be Pharrell might actually find a publisher? Whoo-hoo! *Looks around; no one there to fist-bump; sighs*
So what's this New York Restoration Project all about?
"Meh." — Phidias
Hmmm ... so a cat-porn site might draw significant traffic, eh? I'll get back to you.
Call me cynical, but I believe that Tara the Hero Cat is responsible for the inordinate number of cat-related posts that are appearing here. I never thought I'd dislike Tara.
The dullards who own and operate tracks have been trying for decades to appeal to a younger audience, and the only ideas they've managed to come up are various means to make the races seem like a giant outdoor video game. Infield jumbo-trons spooked and scared horses when they were first installed, and for all I know…
"Goddamn squids"
Please allow me to cast an early ballot in the Best Non-Sitcom/No Lyrics Theme Song category for the intro to the Sixties British spy show The Avengers.
Is that a young Harry Caray with the megaphone?
No need to rub it in.
I never really wanted kids, until now.
Can someone tell me where I can get pancakes like these? Get them immediately?
You are a terrible person. +1
And that he's fawning over frigging Boys' Latin makes his call all the more nauseating