Just came across this and thought I’d share:
During an August 17, 1957 game, Richie Ashburn hit a foul ball into the stands and struck spectator Alice Roth, wife of Philadelphia Bulletin sports editor Earl Roth, breaking her nose. After play was resumed, Ashburn hit a ball which struck Roth again while she was being carried away in a stretcher.

Johnny Goodtimes is offering a $15 gift certificate to anyone who beats the living s*** out of Pat Robertson. This messenger of God is calling on America to assassinate the president of Venezuela because he doesn’t agree with our policies. Christians wonder why so many people are leaving the church, and why we are becoming a godless nation. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that every time I hear a “Christian leader” speak on tv, he sounds like a bigot out of 1960’s Mississippi or just a completely clueless idiot (or, in the case of Pat Robertson, both)? Yes, Chavez is a polarizing figure, and has done business with Castro and China. He’s also instituted free health care for his nations poor and instituted major literacy and education programs. Robertson calls him a dictator. He’s not a dictator. He is the president of Venezuela, elected by popular vote and he survived a recall vote. Below is a list of some of my favorite Pat Robertson quotes. Enjoy!
(P.S. I’m not really giving away a $15 gift certificate to anyone who gives Pat Robertson a beat down. Let’s make it a $20 gift certificate.)

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My boy Larry Platt is in today’s Inky for defending Philly cheesesteaks. The Philadelphia magaizne editor is one of those nitwits that seems to think that all we do here in Center City is eat cheesesteaks for lunch and Stephen Starr for dinner (there is a story about one or the other in every single freaking issue they ever do.) Anyway’s here’s his thing.:

The Aug. 1 issue of New York Magazine chronicled New York City’s recent cheesesteak boom, partly spurred by the arrival of Tony Luke’s. Them’s fighting words to Philadelphia Magazine editor Larry Platt, who shot off a missive to NY editor Adam Moss.

Platt thinks New Yorkers don’t know Whiz from shinola. “The words New York and cheesesteak together are oxymoronic, not unlike military intelligence. As a native Philadelphian, I’ve grown up with the cheesesteak. The cheesesteak is a friend of mine. Adam, New Yorkers know nothing about cheesesteaks. Consider this letter a declaration of a culinary fatwah: When it comes to gooey artery-cloggers on soft rolls, you need to back off.”

Last Tuesday, Platt dispatched staffers Richard Rys and Andrew Putz, both of whom rated cheesesteaks in Philly Mag articles, to retrace New York Mag’s steps for October’s Philly Mag.

Moss – an old pal of Platt’s, we’ll add – declined comment.

Hey, I’m sending birthday shout outs to two musicians I thoroughly enjoy. The first is John Lee Hooker. If you have not heard him, I highly encourage you to do so. His blues are unlike anybody else’s I’ve heard. Real raw, with little to no rhyme structure. But a great storyteller. Check out “I Cover the Waterfront,” “Tupelo”, and “I’m Bad Like Jesse James.” He was born on this date in 1917. Secondly, GZA of the Wu-Tang Clan turns 39 today. Now, I’m more about the RZA than I am the GZA, but the Genius ain’t bad. Here he discusses his chess game.

There’s gonna be a lot of good stuff happening this week. To kick off, A.D. Amorosi presents First Final Fringefest Gangbang tonight, featuring Fringe festers and comedians working out their acts on stage. There’s no cover, PBRs are only a buck, and SoCO shots (peach bourbon, remember) are dirt cheap. That starts at 9 p.m. at Bar Noir, on 251 South 18th Street. Also, there is quizzo at Dark Horse tonight. Not sure if I’m gonna make it or not (team superstar John is out of town, and I’m scared of being exposed for the fraud I really am).

Hunter S. Thompson’s ashes were fired out of a cannon in Woody Creek. As some of you know, I consider myself a die hard Thompson fan, and have given him various tributes in the past, including an unprecedented two questions of the week (could a third be on the horizon?). Not sure what to say about the cannon blast. Looked kind of…awkward, to be honest, though I appreciate the effort, and I’m sure it was a lot kooler live. Didn’t seem like one of those things that the boob tube can really capture. The media was kept off the ranch so the big stars (Johnny Depp, Bill Murray, George McGovern) wouldn’t be hindered. At first glimpse, that seemed a bit absurd. But I suppose I appreciate it, because the media would have made the story about Johnny Depp and Bill Murray, not about Hunter Thompson. They would have, I’m sure, missed the point, while covering a journalist who rarely did.
Related: great Hunter quotes
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You know who’s birthday it is baby…oooooh, yeah! Here’s an interview in which he bitches about hip-hop, because it “provokes disrespect to women.” Takin’ care of the ladies both inside the bedroom and out…Damn, that is one smooth mutha…I’d be well served to shut my mouth.

Hey, if you or any of your friends are looking for a dog, today’s your lucky day. Pepsi is a one year old female with a face you can’t help but love and a heart of gold. She came in to the shelter very scared and shied away from people, but once she got used to us she would get very excited and try to lick you through the gate! She loves being taken outside to run and play. She also loves to lay on your lap and have her belly rubbed. If you or anyone you know is looking for a dog, please swing by the SPCA and have a look at Pepsi!