Picture one: an e-mail. Picture two: reality.
Put down the bong, OKCupid.
Barenaked Ladies - “Pinch Me”
It’s like a dream, you try to remember, but it’s gone
Then you try to scream, but it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world beyond your front door
Gonna be a BNL kind of day.
I’ve been playing with Duolingo on my tablet, partly for fun and partly because I have a Spanish degree I don’t use. Occasionally it reminds me of my high school Spanish textbooks when it comes up with sentences like this one.
(A favorite from Spanish 3, junior year of high school: “¡No tires esas salchichas!” Sigh.)
(Seriously, it turns my stomach to think Bud Selig is probably going to end up in the Hall of Fame, and Frank Jobe and Marvin Miller won’t.)
No player, manager, or executive was more important to baseball in the latter half of the 20th century than Dr. Jobe. He and Marvin Miller may never get the recognition they deserve, and that’s a crying shame.
If there’s no room for Frank Jobe in the Hall of Fame, take Bowie Kuhn out.— Craig Calcaterra (@craigcalcaterra) March 7, 2014