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ballpark frankness Unfortunately, the Giants and Jets don't seem to have gotten the memo about that second one. According to the Times, they’re negotiating to possibly sell the naming rights for their new Meadowlands stadium to Allianz, “a Munich-based insurer and financial services company with disturbing connections to Nazi Germany.”
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big mac attack That’s a long time ago, almost a quarter century, and tennis has changed, faded, become technological, become bland, and it might be hard for anyone younger than 35 or so to appreciate that McEnroe, as a tennis player, was fundamentally different than any other athlete of his era. He was the only athlete, in my mind, who came close to being a true genius at his game. Nicklaus putted with steel and hit qualitatively higher shots than the rest. Magic played point guard at 6-foot-9, and he had a brilliant sense of what was happening on the court around him. Montana understood physics, especially in the final moments, and he could throw parabolas that cleared linebackers fingers by millimeters and fell softly into receivers hands. Wade Boggs taught himself all the possibilities of Fenway Park and in 1985 and 1987 he rapped enough doubles off the Green Monster to hit .418 and .411 at home.
hearst news Patty Hearst was a rich man’s daughter, kidnapped for ransom by a group whose demands were delivered through public “communiqués” sent to radio stations. Clearly she would have made news in any era, but it took something more than the facts of her case, spectacular though they may have been, to account for the impact she had on the American public (between February 1974 and March 1976, she was on the cover of Newsweek seven times). The central question about her experience was also being asked in a million tiny dramas that were unfolding across the country—ruptures that turned on blue jeans and broken curfews and birth-control pills, rather than on joining a gang of armed revolutionaries: Had this well-tended and much-loved daughter really crossed over? And if she had, was she so far gone that even her own people might not want her back?
running on fumes Report: Favre Traded To Jets
Brett Favre was reportedly traded to the New York Jets on Wednesday night. Foxsports.com reports the Jets will send a draft pick to Green Bay for the future Hall of Fame quarterback.
placid reflux god damn it. i braved through my nausea, flop sweat and the confluence of beautiful people congealing at the whole foods at the afterwork rush only to have my quart of cucumber soup come undone in the brown paper bag as i hurried to unload my bounty into the fridge. i considered the possibility of eating it from the bottom of the bag as it leaked onto my leg and down to the floor but instead stuffed it into the garbage can still reeking from the last rancid gathering of the unconsumed.
on the bright side, seemed like a lovely day from what i could glean from my furtive glances at the eloi polloi.
plumbum so my shower is backed up and everytime my upstairs neighbors shower or use the bathroom sink my tub fills up with grayish suds. ive been bailing since tuesday night while waiting for my landlord to resurface. he would pick this week to sneak away. and, of course, since hes older than methuselah, it wouldnt occur to him to check his answering machine messages remotely, as if he knew you could, or bother to get a cell phone. no chance somethings going to break down. these buildings are rock solid. hold on, ive got to turn the air conditioner off so i can boil some water for coffee.
so since i have plans to vacate away the premises next week i figured i should perform my due diligence and call a plumber so as not to flood out the lower east side in my absence. and im sure i called the most expensive service, the one with the memorable jingle, but i punted when it was time to pay the piper, so to speak. even after offering a 10% discount once my anguish was palpable, i couldnt be responsible for a $450 rooting of a simple drain. admittedly the pipework is less than straightforward but i doubted that more than an hour would be required for the process to run its course.
so while the repairman waited for my jaw to be reset after scraping along the floor i called my neighbor whose water ive been keel hauling all week. and as he is a congenial sort, and nor poundfoolish than i or my pennywise landlord, he agreed to bail in my absence so that the landlord could summon his own snake wrangler on his own dime and i could avoid trying to explain to him that my actions were in his best interest or that he had shirked his duties and therefore reaped what he did sow. still, ill have to surrender my key while im away and place my trust in others which i was trying to avoid. at other times this would have taken precedence but i think i can handle that at the moment more than my landlords rheumy reproach. close call though.
did i happen to mention that i was skipping out on the second bachelor party (the weekend in panama wasnt enough?) for my congenial neighbor on this very day? that didnt make it more awkward, did it? strip steaks and strippers just arent my thing though. that the night out would cost about as much as the plumber was hardly non-trivial but i think i would have done my best to avoid it at all costs.
now ive got to get back to my bootleg copy of leatherheads (dont bother). george clooney is just about to get the girl, but i think he can do better than renee zellweger if you ask me. he can do better than this entire movie, in fact.
