bendawson asked: 1) Have you started PT yet? 1a) If so, was the first thing that was done to you the old "Somebody grabs the joint that's wounded and yanks it in an uncomfortable direction? 1b) If not, good luck with PT when you start 2) It's been a ... week. Can I mix my whiskeys together to make a SUPERIRISHWHISKEY?
1) yes, and yes—my surgeon did that last week. HOLY SNIEKIES.
2) you can always blend your own whiskies—I’ve done it with bourbons—Old Forrester and Wild Turkey are interesting together with the wheat and rye notes combining nicely. I’m not a fan of Irish, though—it would be nice if a) the Irish stopped with a second fill of a cask once in a while, and b) let their casks age more than a couple of years. (I keed, but only a little. Irish is weak to my palate.)
There are enough stadiums that Cleveland, Detroit, MN, NY, Boston, and Chicago shouldn’t have a home game until almost May.
Agreed. But the northern owners throw a hissy about not getting early season games. Because after the opener, the crowds really pack in to Comerica, Target, and Progressive. They always sell out Fenway these days, but April games in the Fens can be colder than a witch’s titty in a brass brassiere.
And when the Sox stink again, it will be empty again. I think the second home game of Yaz’s rookie year drew something like 2000 fans on a brutally cold day if I remember Castiglione’s story right.
Quit whining. You get to play the Twins soon enough.
That’s fair, but the Sox are 1-4 and in a relegation battle with the Yanks.
I miss Tito.
bendawson replied to your post: bendawson replied to your post: HATE YOU Bobby V,…
0-4, Swept by the Orioles, hitting .165 and have a 5.18 ERA as a team, and our next month is populated with games against the Rangers, Yankees, Rays, Sawx, Royals, and Angels.
Bobby V trumps all.
The man wore a Groucho nose and glasses after being ejected. I mean, honestly. The man is a cross between a court jester and braying donkey.
This Sox team might break .500, but I kind of doubt it.
bendawson asked: Preferred method of execution for Robert John Valentine? Drawing and quartering? Death by massive testicular torsion? Failed arsenic ala Madame Bovary?
I think, given that he’s a horse’s ass, being pulled apart by galloping horses on the Boston Common should suffice.
Either that or Anton Chigurh’s stun-gun to the head while he stands in the dugout with that idiotic look on his face.
bendawson replied to your post: Could I ask a favor? I’m making an effort to make my brain more than a receptacle for numbers and useless sports knowledge, and just picked up some Pynchon and Fitzgerald (MINNESOTA PROVINCIALISM! WOO!) to slowly grind back up to speed. Could you recommend a few other things for me to read?
Inherent Vice and a collection of short stories (I’ve already got Fitzy’s novels).
Ok, the short stories are all great—the last one, ‘The Secret Integration.’ is as good as anything in Pynchon’s body of work. I’m not great on Inherent Vice, but it’s better than Against the Day.
If you like the short stories, pick up V. which is really more of a collection of short stories that sort of connect to each other.
Sherman burned plenty. He just forgot the salt.
I’ll drink to that.
I know! But we have the Indigo Girls!
Now we are cooking with gasoline!
I am considering hitting myself in the head with a hammer for getting a Ph.D. in the humanities.
My father was an engineer. I wasn’t half-bad at math. I took college calculus. And physics. I coulda been somebody.
bendawson asked: So what'cha what'cha what'cha want what'cha want?
The same as any respectable human being: world peace and fried chicken that doesn’t clog arteries.
I am the illest.
My coach wants me to get to where I take no more than a 5 on every hole, which is 90, but erratic shots just kill me.
I’ve thought of hitting 5 irons and 7 irons off the tee just to control my trajectory better. We’ll see how tomorrow goes on the pitch and putt.