More people walk through North American mall food courts with limps than Vietnamese hospitals or the streets of East L.A. Those food court wanderers are like Urban Carnies.
DA had a great line while I was in Calgary:
"We can kill a couple birds with some stones." -- after deliberating for 15 minutes about how to hit a liquor store before we went to the pub. Do we call those Ricky-isms now?
Met MLB 3B Casey Blake at the Ship and Anchor (I'm pretty sure it was him? Was after the Neil show and the gong show at our table. I invaded the table, where he sat with three pretty girls. Maybe they were lying?).
He said Manny probably won't sign with the Dodgers. Probably will sign with the Yankees. And said, sorry TO.
And to finish off on a baseball note, apparently Matt Stairs like to get... ahem... hammered.
Matt can't wait to hit that dugout, boy!
I can just imagine if he had a 13-year old kid, and he's all pumped to go to school in Philly and brag to all his buddies about his old man's heroic homerun. And then he watches the press conference, pride-a-bubbling, until his dad uncorks that doozy of a Freudian slip.
"Ah, come on, dad..."
I'm sure that quickly made it go from most to least anticipated day of his school career up to that point.
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some guys just love getting their ass hammered by guys, just ask Wendel Clark
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