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Gonna see the matinee show at 12:50. I had some friends go last night and they said it was phenomenol. I’m pretty fired up. I’ll do the scoreboard this afternoon. In the meantime, check out this column in the New York Times sent to me by Bob T. Pretty interesting stuff about the Iran-Israel standoff. And sorry about the comments disappearing. Not an effort by me to do North Korea style stifling of free speech. Just screwed up when I was trying to get them on the site. Sorry. Hopefully this stupid comments thing will be fixed up by next week.
Remember that awesome North Korean hotel that has never been opened and is totally creepy in Pyongyang? Well, great news! It’s back under construction! I am so fired up about this.
Following the lead of the NFL, Johnny Goodtimes announced today that he will keeping a close eye on signals given by quizzo players at various bars throughout the city. Quizzo tonight is at the Good Dog at 8 p.m. (It would be great if more than two teams showed up this week. Thanks.) and at the Bards (It would be great if less than 25 teams showed up tonight. Thanks.)
Did my latest on all those stupid applications that people send me on Facebook. Not exactly my magnum opus, but kinda funny I think.
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Yeah, we’re having some comment problems, due to the fact I was getting overrun by junk mail comments for a while. In the meantime, however, if you post a comment, it will go up, if not immediately. It just has to pass by me first so that I can weed out all the junk. I am checking the comments pretty regularly, so comments should go up pretty soon after you post them. Thanks for your patience. Hopefully in a few days this will no longer be necessary. -MGMT
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Whenever the MLB All-Star finishes 9 innings in a tie, it goes straight to hell. All of a sudden, pitchers who threw 100+ pitches on Sunday need to pitch on one days rest. The fans all go home. People at home cut off their tvs and go to bed. The kids (who baseball desperately needs to excite in a video game world) tell me this morning how “boring” the game was last night. How can the MLB settle for failure when the alternative is a surefire, guaranteed thrilling winner? It’s simple. If the two teams are tied after 10 innings, you go to a home run derby. You bring out the HR leader on each squad for a little mano a mano, just like the regular derby, except now it means something. Nobody leaves, nobody goes to bed, no pitchers take a chance hurting their arms. I brought it up to the teens in the summer program and they said it would be awesome. Can someone give me a single reason not to do this?
I decided to go to Church for the first time in like 5 years on Sunday. I’ve been thinking about attending for a while, and waking up pretty refreshed on Sunday, I figured, “Why not?” So I went to the First Unitarian Church at 21st and Chestnut. Long story short, everyone was really nice, there were a couple of cute girls, free coffee, and a very mellow environment (no Bible passages, weird chants, etc.) It was nice.
After church I was strolling around Chestnut street when I saw an old lady walking down some stairs. And when I say old, I mean really, really old. In all seriousness, she was at least 95 or 96**, and as fragile as a fall leaf. She had a blue boot on her right foot, and really seemed to be having a hard time navigating the stairs with her cane. A gentleman in front of me asked her if she needed any help. She ignored him. I assumed it was because she was so old that she couldn’t hear him. I was feeling especially charitable, having just attended church and all, so I walked over and stuck out my arm toward her.
“Mam, would you care to take my arm?” I asked, as sweetly as I could. She looked up and stared me dead in the eye, and replied, with her voice rising, “I don’t need any F***ING help. You’re the 5th F***ING person to ask me if I need any help and the answer is no.” Dumbfounded, I sort of staggered away. The gentleman who had asked her before me, a husky black man in his early 50s wearing an Atlanta Hawks jersey hollered, “You didn’t have to say that! You did not have to say that!” at the woman. She paid him no mind. “Gonna ruin somebody’s Sunday like that! Ain’t no sense in it.”
“I know,” I added to the man in the jersey. “And I just got out of church.”
As BMT stated when I told him that story Sunday night, “Sir, you just got shot down by a 95 year old woman.” I guess that’s what I get for going to church and for trying to help old people.
**Possibly in her 100s.
