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Pulling Denny Neagle for David Cone to pitch to Piazza in Game 4 of the 2000 World Series. Two outs, nobody on, Yankees leading 3-2. Cone had an ERA near 7 that year, and had pitched only one mop-up inning in the postseason - 10 days earlier.

At least Rosenthal will be well rested when the Cardinals need to close out a game in the Grapefruit League.

Diana would like that site a lot more if it was a place where players went to call each other rapists without any supporting evidence.

Oh absolutely, the story itself is completely irrelevant. That said, if it was worth publishing (a questionable editorial decision in its own right) you have to get it right, and one 77-year-old source isn't reliable by any definition I learned in Journalism school.

Have more than one unverifiable source?

Maybe next time you'll pause for a moment to determine if your "gotcha" column is even worth publishing in the first place. And something about relying on one 77-year-old's memory as your only source.

The implication still seems pretty clear to me.

Lack of evidence/witnesses. Really difficult charge to prove, any prosecutor will tell you that.

Doesn't seem like anything "happened to her" except for consensual sex, for which nobody is at fault.

That was good hustle, changing "victim" to "accuser" in the title hours later without mentioning it.

It's right there in the title, when it refers to his accuser as the "victim". Not too difficult to figure out the implication, is it?

Though redundant, it's a fairly common practice particularly among older members of the legal community.

"our client" = Treon Harris

It's his job to assert the consensual nature of a sexual incident between his client and a female of sound and sober mind. All of these remarks are consistent with that defense, and to this point there is ZERO evidence to prove anything to the contrary.

Do yourself a favor and buy some double old fashioned glasses.

Do yourself a favor and buy some double old fashioned glasses.

As long as it's clearly labeled "CINCINNATI CHILI" you can add a pile of dog shit and fromunda cheese for all I care, I'm not going anywhere near it.

Anyone else stop dead in their tracks when the guy ate lunch BEFORE dealing with the load of shit in his pants?

I'm pretty certain I like bacon because at some point when I was really young my mom put a plate in front of me with bacon and eggs on it and when I ate the bacon it tasted fucking delicious.

Chances are, he hired the guy who told him all about the financial benefits of establishing a charity.

Is that "dumb team policy" drafting Geno Smith assuming he wasn't a complete moron?