Thursday, April 27, 2006


I found this here and just knew I had to have it for my own. Man, does anything say "We used to cruise around in my friend's Dodge Dart," more than a Deep Purple 8-Track? Wicked! Posted by Picasa


My brother's AL team was the Tigers-- not a horrible choice, when you think of it. They've always had good looking uniforms, and they played in a cool park, and there were interesting players. It would be odd to be a Tigers fan these days, though. This cool looking logo would help-- sorry Mr. Met, but you are no way as hip as this. I'd get the tee shirt if it weren't for the fact that I really can't get behind wearing another team's stuff. Guess I know what he's getting for his birthday. Posted by Picasa

Monday, April 24, 2006

I did my 8 on the bike path in the rain yesterday. After clearing the first stand of trees I came upon a group of high school age kids in hoodies and cargo shorts. "They're out to smoke a bone for sure," I thought as I passed them. I heard the sound of running just after, and them I was passed by one. My paranoia slipped in a little. I hadn't seen anyone else out here-- were they surrounding me? In fact, no. They were wannabe football players, out for a training jog, and I felt a little embarrassed. They say you know you are old when doctors and cops start looking young-- a corollary is that you are old when kids all look like hoodlums.

My other brush with the natural history of the Amherst Bike Path was more pleasing: just past the 3.2 mark a fox came blazing across the meadow-- the first time I've ever seen one that close. He ran a little like Doug Flutie used to, jumping up in the air every few yards to get a better look around. His disappeared into a stand of trees my the water, and the two geese that were over there set up a cacophony. I don't know who won that particular encounter, but long term my money is on the fox. The geese were pretty aggressive out there-- I got hissed at several times, but I am reasonably secure in my ability to outrun a goose.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

I suppose an explanation is in order. Our mediation went to nearly 9. When it wrapped up we were pleased enough that we went to the Chop House with our client. I was within normal limits up to that point, and even when we adjourned to the Bucking Buffalo I was okay-- for a while. I'm not sure exactly when the wheels came off-- honest, I was all good intentions-- but then it got all Coyote Ugly. And that was before we ended up at Tipsey McStaggers. I'll make up the 8 tomorrow.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

The Top 100 Unsexiest Men in the World. (Via The Morning News.)

29. Don Zimmer: The gerbil's got a massive, ivory-white noggin' that never did much thinking to begin with. Ask any Red Sox fan over 35.

51. Bill Wyman

91. Jose Canseco: "Every time I have tried to help a woman, I've been incarcerated," he famously said on The Surreal Life. You old charmer, you.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Legends of My Fictional Baseball League.

"Cody O’Connor
Nifty second baseman who along with shortstop and ex-lover Boo Hancock combined for over 1700 double plays. Career leader in hits. Knocked in 163 runs in Season 48. Owned a llama. Was into Gore-Tex. Had a notable Smurf collection. Killed by birds."

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having a wife and daughters around, but it was kinda nice this evening to do a little Westlaw research with the Mets game on in the background. Also, I never thought that Martinez would work out like this-- if they'd have hit behind him last year, who knows how many more games he could have won, but for now, he is looking like a world beater-- and Xavier Nady is turning into my favorate Met since Danny Heep.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

8-1 for the first time since 1985. Of course, the bullpen is a little wobbly, but I like it a lot that the names that are showing up in the game summaries are including guys like Xavier Nady as well as Carlos Beltran or Carlos Delgado-- Beltran and Delgado will always produce, but when guys like Nady are working for you, good things happen.

Monday, April 10, 2006

To the Johnnie B Wiley Sports Pavillion (a/k/a, the old Rockpile) yesterday to watch CLA and the rest of City Honors Rugby take on Orchard Park. I'm pleased to report that Honors won both the 'A' and the 'B' game-- 18 of them against, no kidding, 40 girls from No Billboardland; and that CLA played for the entirety of both games.

Which is very nice, but not the story I came to tell. While we were there a bunch of Army Reserves from the Armory across the street were also working out in a different corner of the facility. When they were done with their pushups and jumping jacks they came onto the track for a two mile run. I am here to tell you that KRAC could kick the asses of this particular sample of the Flower of America's Youth-- not that we would, of course, we Support Our Troops-- but even so. No doubt they are better at the shooting stuff, and perhaps this is the same proud boast once made by Iraq's elite Republican Guard, but if the Army Reserve wants to take us on in a footrace, I say Bring It On.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

"Brown Sugar". "Honky Tonk Women". "Beast of Burden". "Let's Spend The Night Together". Oh, and "Rough Justice". I guess I'll have to get a copy of "A Bigger Bang" so that I'll have the compete Banned in China Stones discography. CLA asked me today what the most I've paid for a concert ticket has been (in order, she hoped, to rationalize buying Dave Matthews tickets). Honestly, I can't remember, but I'd pay a lot to see the Stones, I think. They are just about the only band that I can think of that I'd like to see and haven't; and they'd even be worthwhile in a stadium setting, I guess. I'm not counting on an invitation to their next El Macambo show, in any event-- I'm still looking over my shoulder for the TRO that seems more likely.

Monday, April 03, 2006

One of President X's first acts will be, of course, No Soccer. Dave Eggers explains:

"The beauty of soccer for very young people is that, to create a simulacrum of the game, it requires very little skill. No other sport can bear such incompetence. With soccer, 22 kids can be running around, most of them aimlessly, or picking weeds by the sidelines, or crying for no apparent reason, and yet the game can have the general appearance of an actual soccer match. If there are three or four co-ordinated kids among the 22 flailing bodies, there will actually be dribbling, a few legal throw-ins, and a couple times when the ball stretches the back of the net. It will be soccer, more or less."

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