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Sutton was the absolute worst. Amen.

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Maybe send him a letter asking him if you could mail him the ball for a signature? If he replies, you're in. If not, you don't lose your son's foul ball.

Country Thunder Twin Lakes started today and runs through Sunday. I'm already "hillbilly'd out" but being a 1/4 mile from the gate with a little over an acre of space I can put quite a few Cowboy Cadillacs in here at $10 a pop.

Torts, I tried to get through it but too much of it just doesn't seem to apply. My situation is rather unique and I'm afraid my answers would skew your results pretty crazily. I design and manufacture custom motorcycle parts right here at home. I'm "at work" 24/7 and the business is 99% Internet based. If I'm not at the computer in the office, I'm near the shop computer and beyond that my smartphone is always at hand. If I'm awake, I'm likely plugged into the Internet somehow and participate in a lot of motorcycle forums as well as monitor my website and eBay.

I say you poop in his shoe on your way out the door.

Jim's take on bullfighting and associated activities most definitely does not bug me. Nope, not in the least. Edit: This will really make his day... http://www.charter.net/news/read/category/Top%20News/article/ap-several_injured_at_spanish_bull_run_crus-ap

And never say "This is my wife, (insert name here)." Say "This is (insert name here), my wife." I know stuff.

I'd consider it rude... and I live for rudeness.

Braun's cooperation or lack thereof is surely at the advice of his legal advisors. Always listen to your lawyer. Never lie to your lawyer. They really don't like surprises. If ya did it, tell him.

He was great as "Bear" in one of my all-time favorite movies, "Get Shorty." I would urge anyone that hasn't seen it to do so.

I dunno which was better. The above quote or the "7 tool player" bit by Ramirez. Excellent piece.

And yet another reason to love this guy.

"There I was, minding my own business..."

We spent our time on the Mississippi Gulf Coast (Saucier), as they were also hit very hard. We did accidentally enter Louisiana on the way there, but for less than 2 minutes. We got off the highway and got right back on going the other way. After all... a deal's a deal.

owbc, Kudos to you on the Katrina relief. We spent our honeymoon doing the same. We had a different trip scheduled, but just couldn't see ourselves having fun and spending our money on what amounts to foolishness when so many people were in such crisis. We made memories and friendships that will last a lifetime.

Never saw or spoke with them again. It was a really crazy time. One night, a guy I worked with picked up a chick that turned out to not be a chick. That was pretty entertaining.

It's really not that big a story. I fell in with bad companions. Really bad. At best, these dudes were a train wreck; at worst... I can't even imagine. "Junior" was my age (just shy of 21), and he was just a bad, bad dude. Corrupt to his very core. He was just mean, and always looking for a fight. His older brother Gary was a bit more sensible, but just a bit. While Junior would look for trouble, Gary wouldn't; but Gary certainly wouldn't shy away from it, either. Then there was their friend "Coon Ass Gary" who was a straight Cajun that lived out in the swamps and "did stuff" with alligators, they said. I never could peg him. He was kinda okay, but would then snap at a moment's notice. Lastly, was "Ed." Ed was the brother to Junior's extremely hot girlfriend, Darcey. Ed was pretty normal and was an engineering student at Tulane. Nice guy. So the 5 of us were down in the French Quarter, doing things we shouldn't have been doing, when we encountered a giant. A real one. If this cat wasn't 7 feet tall, he didn't miss it by much, was of a very large build as well as quite hairy. As the giant and his friends passed us in opposite directions, Junior shoulder-checked the giant. I just sighed and shook my head. Words were briefly exchanged, and the fight was on. It lasted about 12 seconds before the cops just swarmed. They were everywhere. I don't know if it's still the same, but back then rookie cops were always assigned to the French Quarter and they tended to be extremely gung-ho. The cops separated the 2 initial combatants and put the giant in one squad car and Junior in another. We're all pleading their cases trying to get the cops to turn them loose. "All a big misunderstanding" says we. "There'll be no more trouble if you just let us take them home" says the giant's friends. Unbelievably, we get the cops to free them about the time another cop is putting Gary into a third squad. He had been having his own conversation with this other cop and apparently it wasn't as friendly as our conversations. So they free Junior and the giant. The giant and his crew beat-it outta there like they've got good sense. I should have gone with them. They take the cuffs off of Junior and he runs right over and smacks the cop that's putting Gary into the squad. So now it's Junior, hand-cuffed Gary and Coon Ass Gary flat-out brawling with a bunch of cops. Ed and I took about 2 steps before I had a gun in my nose. The cop said "freeze!" So, I froze. Seemed prudent. I hadn't even entertained the thought of jumping on the cops but they couldn't know that. The cops hauled the 3 stooges off to jail and gave Ed and I tickets for disturbing the peace. Neither one of us had done anything wrong but we weren't about to argue at that point. Ed and I spent the rest of the night ferrying motorcycles home. I'd ride one home and Ed would bring me back for the next in his Triumph sports car. Darcey arranged for bail and got them out in the morning. I still had my Tennessee driver's license as I had never bothered to change it over. After all, I was only there on a brief vacation that just kinda turned into a mis-spent year and a half. When I went to court the judge said "Mr. Moore, you're very young and your part in this was minimal. I see that you're from Tennessee. Well, I'll tell you what you do, young man. You go back to Tennessee... TODAY... and you never return to Louisiana... and I'll drop the charge against you." I was gone by 3:00 that afternoon and in Memphis by midnight.

I lived there for a while. I rode my bike down to Mardi Gras in 1979. I left in 1981, at which time I was banned from Louisiana. This is the part where I'm supposed to say "I'm not proud of it" but that would be a lie. Truth be told, I'm perversely proud of being the only person I've ever known that is banned from an entire state. Just another day in the life.

Einstein never said that, although it is widely attributed to be his. He did say something that fits here, though, at least from MLB's perspective. [align=center]"If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts." ~Albert Einstein~[/align]

I think a lot of this "Mark A. is a meddling owner" talk is premature. There's no evidence of same to the best of my knowledge, unless I'm misremembering again. The Suppan debacle is the only one that I know of in which Mark A. was an active participant; and the way I remember that one, Melvin (and many other GM's, reportedly) wanted Suppan. The infamous "dinner with the owner" was just a recruiting tool; and sadly, as it turns out, it worked. Are there any cases at all where Mark A. is known to have meddled, or even any in which there's evidence of him meddling? (I'm not asking rhetorically, I'm asking because I don't know.)

Yay for the bear!

Awesome. It's supposed to be fun.

pebadger, I don't know about all younger people 30 - 35 and under, but among those that I know or know of, it works like this (Joe and Sam are fictional names): If Joe makes an error, and Sam capitalizes on that error and beats Joe out of a bunch of money or whatever else, Sam is perfectly justified in so doing because "it was Joe's own fault for making the mistake." And it's not just that "Sam" feels justified. He's also justified in the minds of the rest of the crowd. Oftentimes even, "Joe" is the one that gets derided. I've seen and heard it far too many times to count. Maybe it's just that crowd in these parts, or maybe not. I honestly don't know and I don't mean to throw them all under the bus.

These are my perceptions. I could easily be misremembering and I'm far too lazy to research every draft so if I'm off please correct me; politely. When Dean Taylor was hired, the Brewers had the worst farm in baseball. Taylor was extremely blunt and said "The entire organization is in a shambles and needs to be rebuilt from the bottom up. That's what I intend to do. If you expect the big league club to win in a couple of years I'm not the man for the job" (or words to that effect). I, for one, was elated. A couple of years later, the big league club was not winning and Taylor got the hook. Yargh. But, the farm was already very strong. In fact I think I remember hearing that it had become one of the best, if not the best, farms in all of baseball. In just a couple of years. While Melvin/Jack Z hit on a couple of draft picks, especially early on, here we are again. The farm is barren. In my mind, Melvin's draft strategy has been reactive and horrible. "We have no hitters?" Draft hitters for a few years. "Now we have no pitchers?" Draft pitchers for a few years. For the life of me I can't understand why we haven't drafted in a more balanced manner. Need pitchers? Fine, draft mostly pitchers, but at least draft some hitters. Need hitters? Fine, draft mostly hitters, but at least draft some pitchers. Again, my perceptions could be off. I'm old and chock full of narcotic pain meds. Feel free to correct me but please do so politely.