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where do we keep the good china at?

She's A Beauty

My GF is better

Play Like A Champion Today Manti: You Da Man

Fun weekend.  Irish kick ass.  More to come.  Soon.

Balls and Strikes

- Marine STRIKE in SF tonight!

- What owner has the balls to stop that fucking "God Bless America" tragedy every game in the 7th inning?  Enough is enough.  We know we love 'em.  Stop that gall dang song, Mr. Henry!

Psychiatrist Jokes

Two psychiatrists walk into a bar.  Everyone else immediately leaves.

Did you hear the one about the happily married psychiatrists?  I didn't either.

Or the one about the psychiatrist who went out of business by telling his patients, "I got nothing.  I really got nothing to offer ya.  Just be kind to one another."  I didn't.

Two psychiatrists walk into a bar and prescribed antidepressants for 8 of the patrons.  The patrons soon afterwards are arrested in the local Motel 6, pantsless, for assaulting some big ass police officers and playing Chaka Kahn too damn loud.   Found in their rooms?  Corona.  Lots and lots of Corona.   And empty antidepressant pill caddies.  The psychiatrists are barrred from the bar.  The 8 drunks return to drinking and happiness ensues.  All is well.  All is well.

Did you hear the joke about the University of Notre Dame football program?  They had to hire a drunken Irishman from Boston to clean up the program and the whiny secretaries.  Names Brian Kelly. Might just win a national title sometime soon.  (Where's the punchline, Mr. Sweeney?)

Did you hear the one about the psychiatrist who completed his internship, only to discover that his tools (the psych drugs that are the standard of care in this country) are useless against just about anything but sleep, quit the profession, and opened a medical marijuana dispensary in Portland instead?   No, that's not one I've heard either, sadly.

On "Seinfeld" the shrink that dates JLD character is really, really good looking.  Ever see a good looking psychiatrist?  Me neither.  They all have nose and ear hair, goggles for glasses, or walk with a pronounced limp due to arthritic joints.

Who are the greatest psychiatrists of our time?  The Beatles.

Posey Sidesteps, Fisk Barrels Over. The Difference Between A Win and a Loss in the World Series

In the exalted '75 World Series between the Red Sox and Reds, Carlton Fisk made a boneheaded play behind the plate in the, I believe 4th Game that might have cost his club the win and, ultimately, the Series.  Buster Posey, catcher for the Giants, was faced with almost exactly the same situation tonight and he made the play look easy.  And almost no one noticed except me and Peter Gammons and some "Cheers" extras watching the game in their Weymouth nursing home(s).

Back in '75, Fisk was the ultimate bad ass receiver.  He argued with his pitchers and told the manager to fuck off.  He was tough and macho.  And he tried to prove it when Ed Armbrister, all 160 pounds of him, teeed one off the area right in front of home plate.  Armbrister froze and Fisk, incorrectly, ran right into the Red, attempting to get an interference call made for the out, with the baserunners being forced to stay where they were.  That's not what happened.  Fisk was knocked off balance by the collision and overthrew second base in an attempt to force the runner on first.   Thus runners in scoring position and an argument that lasted 37 years.

But tonight I'm here to tell you the argument is over.  Fisk fucked up by trying to be tough (my Dad once told me Fisk used to pull the same crap at the Manchester Y when he'd played lunchtime pickup b-ball) and creating contact with the batter.  What he should have done and what relatively young Buster Posey did was sidestep the batter, field the ball, and get the force at second.  Posey made this play look easy.  Carlton, poor Carlton, was probably yelling "Interference!!!" when he got that DUI near Chicago (I think he was "parked" in a cornfield) last week.  Fuck you Fisk, you cost us the game which let to the ultimate slap in the face.....

.....Don Zimmer named manager (fucking Yankster)

(Do you see his fat head coming out of the dugout?  BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!)