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Wet enough for ya?

So on Friday when I said I needed a breathah from the Red Sox v Yankees hype, I didn't mean I wanted no baseball at all.


What an eerie, aphotic weekend with all rain and no baseball. Nevah seen anything like it.


I can't believe York, Maine is flooded. How the frig am I supposed to abate my salt water taffy fix now with the Goldenrod undah watah?


I'm just surprised under these dire, flooding conditions that officials in Maine and New Hampshire haven seen fit to call upon the expert natural disaster guidance of Mayor Ray Nagin.



Still holding my tickets for Saturday night and Sunday's games. Sorry I missed L. DiNardo's last start-ever, if we are lucky. I guess Friday's prediction of a triple header on Sunday was off by a few weeks.

Now for some haiku

Barry *
Still swinging for the fences
I don't give a shit.

soggy lc

Wow, did that weekend blow. It's good to be out here in the Midwest, away from the flooding. On the other hand, I had to listen to the Royals pi$$ away a 9th-inning lead by walking everybody. Only solace was that old friend Kevin Millar got the winning hit.

Even the joy of knowing that Randy J got booed again yesterday was muted. That song is getting boring, like listening to "Tainted Love" over and over again. Sometimes he feels he's got to (smack crack) run away...

Wet is right! We were all at Nickerson Field for BU's commencement yesterday to celebrate my son's graduation. $40K/yr. and all I got was this crummy disposable rain poncho. Cripes, I had to cut gill slits in my rain gear in order to breathe. What a stinking mess.

So much for celebrating with a Sox game...

Nice haiku, lou. Couldn't agree more.

Margot stood apart from these children who could never remember a time when there wasn't rain and rain and rain. They were all nine years old, and if there had been a day, seven years ago, when the sun came out for an hour and showed its face to the stunned world, they could not recall. Sometimes, at night, she heard them stir, in remembrance, and she knew they were dreaming and remembering an old or a yellow crayon or a coin large enough to buy the world with. She knew they thought they remembered a warmness, like a blushing in the face, in the body, in the arms and legs and trembling hands. But then they always awoke to the tatting drum, the endless shaking down of clear bead necklaces upon the roof, the walk, the gardens, the forests, and their dreams were gone.

-Ray Bradbury, "All Summer in a Day."

I gre up in York. Luckily, my parents sold their house several years ago. It was only a couple of feet above sea level. I wonder how many of our former neighbors are under water right now.

The hell with enlisting Nagin, let's get Heckuva Job Brownie out of retirement and get him on the case. Or better yet, tell DubYa that the Bush fortress in Kennebunkport is in danger. That'll light a fire under his ass.

I'm in Portland right now (which is in Cumberland County, not York, thank goodness, but I bet the Royal River two towns over is looking pretty scary) and guess what it's doing? Yeah. Luckily, the Sea Dogs have been away for most of this crap and will continue to be, so unlike the Sox they might actually have managed to get some games in. God knows Hadlock must be a soggy unusable mess right now.

I hear it's supposed to do this for the rest of the week. Portland's on the coast, so wish me luck.

Say what you people will about Nagin, but the man called for the first mandatory evacuation in city history. Saying it was belated is bull; you don't just order an evacuation for a metropolitan area of 1 million people if the storm isn't going to hit; that happened to a certain extent in 98, and hardly anyone left for Ivan last year as a result. The buses were a complete failure, true. As for the post-storm events/accusations, the scale of the disaster here was completely unprecedented. If 83% of an entire city underwater does not necessitate immediate federal and state intervention (like the National Guard, perhaps), nothing does.

The local and state authorities needing most blame are the city government as a whole and the State Legislator, both of whom could get the state of Louisiana out the gutter if they decided to give a damn. Instead it is perpetual bickering.

(End rant)

So yeah. Beckett against Lopez is a match up I can get psyched over. Cap'n Pants Aflame v. The Sox (once) Pimp Daddy. And are there any specific supplies you guys need up there? Besides a huge poncho and waterproof cable TV, of course.

Yeah, Nagin's not the first person in line for my ire over what went down in N.O. But I guess I see it differently from those guys (and the GMU editorialist).

I had a great time in Boston last week. I missed games 1 and 2 of the series, but saw most of the third game at a bar right off Causeway near Government Center (Golden something I think), after a fantastic dinner at Lucca. I cracked up when I entered because the bar band was singing "Sweeeeet emooooooooshun."

At the end of the game there was some clapping and cheering. A cute girl looked at me as if to say, "Come on, clap already!" I shook my head saying "No," and then the scene played out like the moment when a human is discovered in the '78 "Invasion of the Body Snatchers."

I escaped to Newport, RI, and saw my cousin get married, but I had to deal with my car getting caught in two feet of water right as I was heading out to the ceremony.

I am in Maine, too. With all due respect, comparing heavy rain (where a few no-teeth hillbillies in trailers lose access to their Allen's Coffee Brandy for a day or two) is not fair to the people of the Gulf Coast.

Everything will be fine with a sweep of the O's

A couple weeks ago saw the ends of 40+ days of rain in Hawaii, so living in paradise ain't always easy.

I definitely think Nagin should make an appearance in NE. He could turn Nashua, NH into a salt-water taffy city or something. C'mon, he's a schmuck.

The latest Baltimore forecast is for thundershowers through about 10:00, followed by intermittent showers.

I looked out the window on Commercial Street and I saw this crazy old guy shouting and screaming on a big wooden boat, and he was loading animals two by two.

Since when has this site ever been "fair"?

Was it the time we made fun of the dead pope? Was it the time we made fun of Terry Schiavo? Or perhaps it was that whole midget thing from season 1?

I dunno.

Refresh my memory if you will...

h.b. as always,is correct. "Fair" was a bad word to use.
I just wanted to get off on the daughter-humping trailer honks that had their double wides leak in southern Maine.

WiMP hit a 2-run shot. That's what counts.

Billy Mahty,

No one gives a shit. Really.

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