Tonight baseball continues along its merry way without us. This time it’s Game 1 of the ALCS, apparently pitting the Kansas City Lorde Songs against the Baltimore Unintimidating And Thus Unintelligible Bird Mascots. (cf Thrashers, Atlantan or otherwise.*) … Finish Reading
I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. We know the offense is unfit to start and our bench is unfit to pinch hit, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster … Finish Reading
I don’t know what to do any more. I think I’m in the fourth stage of grief (1. Denial 2. Anger 3. Bargaining 4. Depression 5. Acceptance) over the 2014 Braves, otherwise known as the “Buddy Carlyle phase.”
Here is … Finish Reading
This is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad team right now. And when the going gets tough, the tough grit their teeth, dig in their heels, take a deep breath, look deep inside, and listen to a Brazilian band … Finish Reading
Being a Braves fan is a bit tough these days. This isn’t a great team, and we don’t even really preserve moral victories. We either win by the skin of our teeth or we lose in a laugher. That said, … Finish Reading
I’m so glad that the week is coming to an end. Here’s hoping it ends well, and here’s another song I’ve always enjoyed.
So, there’s this beatnik, and he goes into a diner. He sits down at the counter and asks the waitress, “What kind of pie do you have?” She replies, “Right now, we have peach, apple, and cherry. The blueberry pie … Finish Reading
Last night never happened. Check that—the last six weeks never happened. Except for the addition of La Stella and the other Simmons. They happened.
The B-est of B lineups is in play today, which signals that Dan Uggla’s official title … Finish Reading