The week's top hockey story came discourtesy of the Chicago Blackhawks, whose young hotshot
It was quite a stir that good ol'
No doubt you're already groovin' to the
It began with the Jets (the Jets!) winning the Super Bowl after Broadway
Then there were the Miracle Mets, who won 100 games, knocked off
According to the new six-CD boxed set
Alas, this year's squad is a bummer that hits only sour notes. But 1969, those were the daze.
Among the many immortal performances at Woodstock was
This space notes with some wistfulness that Del Mar racetrack in California is following the lead of its counterparts in Kentucky, New York and Maryland by requiring jockeys to use riding crops that don't raise welts. The softer whips incite horses to run faster -- theoretically, at least -- by making a loud popping noise instead of inflicting pain. Now if this space can just get the spouse to switch to one...
If you peruse this space with the slightest degree of regularity, you know we love a good promotional night/day as much as the next surly yob. So whilst watching
"WAG-A-LOT, Atlanta's first doggie-day-care center, will be on hand to help ensure all animals enjoy their time at Turner Field," promises the Braves' PR announcement. "Braves Coca-Cola Sky Field will be transformed into a doggie-paradise, complete with on-site veterinary services, doggie pools, cool water misters, and plenty of watering holes for the pets to stay hydrated."
We can just see all the happy woofers wagging their tails, foaming at the mouth, tearing the seats out of trousers and chasing any felines that wander onto the diamond while the hometown nine battles the Redlegs of Cincinnati.
In the wake of
"Lemon curd apparently contains compounds that produce false positives for things like performance-enhancers and even explosives," states our souse, who spent ample time hanging about the chemist's on London's Abbey Road. You can take it from us on that last count. This space encountered a monumental security hassle at Heathrow Airport last Saturday when a small jar of lemon curd in our carry-on drew the attention of steely-eyed checkpoint guards. After being wanded, frisked, sternly questioned, made to empty the bag, and booted out to check the offending dessert into the baggage hold, this space then sweated out arrival at New York's Kennedy Airport where our pulse was elevated by the sight of two grim Homeland Security guards as soon as the aircraft door was opened. Lemon curd. It's ain't nothin' but trouble. Just ask Big Papi.
Among the wonders of the space-time delivery portal on your right is the opportunity to perform a valuable civic duty. While this space welcomes (sort of) and reads all dispatches, it also appreciates (sort of) alerts to blunders and typographical gaffes.
Now, let us state that we well understand the gravitas and responsibility affixed to the brand name
Duly noted. Chastened, too. We now go, limping, in search of a life. In the meantime, keep the feedback, spam, and rotten cabbages coming.