Now here’s an idea: A Red Sox casket. Hell, I’d be down with that. Not only because it makes a cool eterna-lounger, but because it also dovetails neatly with my funeral wish-list, which currently includes a looped presentation of Faith Rewarded, commentary by Remy and Orsillo (“The pallbearers really didn’t do much to impress me on the way in, Don, and I can only hope they get their act together for the final procession.”) and a hot dog vendor in the church. And to think, I was all set to plunk down my hard-earned money on the Kiss Kasket. Forgive me, Papi.
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Someone brought this up in yesterday’s comments; apparently Billy Buckner was sporting his favorite Cubs batting glove when he committed “The Mookie.” A good read worth checking out at ESPN.
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Tonight, St. Louis’ World Series hopes rest on the shoulders of Jeff “Cream of Victory” Suppan. So you know what that means. Good luck in Detroit, Mets!
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Poetry in motion. That’s the only way to describe Spinal Tap’s “Big Bottom.” “I met her on Monday/It was my lucky bun day.” As Billy Ocean might say: simply… awesome. And here’s a rare late-night TV clip, which craftily replaces “my pink torpedo” with “a steel torpedo” so as to keep the censors at bay. Any clues what show this is from? I thought SNL, as Tap pulled a musical guest spot back in the 80s, but I’m not quite sure.
