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Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Fried Finger Linger ? Game Thread . . . . (sometime in July)

Posted by AboveAverage at 7:18 PM


 

17 comments:

Rufus T. Firefly said...

That looks like chirpies.

It's a canarial disease.

And it's untweetable.

July 23, 2025 at 8:15 PM
13bit said...

Nothing a little epoxy can’t fix.

July 23, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Rufus T. Firefly said...

All these solo homers. What an inspiring offense. They're sure to win.

July 23, 2025 at 8:23 PM
Rufus T. Firefly said...

Fried is getting fried.

July 23, 2025 at 8:35 PM
Rufus T. Firefly said...

Is Goldsmith hurt? Or was he just swinging a hot bat and Bonehead benched him?

July 23, 2025 at 9:06 PM
Doug K. said...

A team of clowns.

July 23, 2025 at 9:11 PM
Rufus T. Firefly said...

Unfortunately the Pennywise type.

July 23, 2025 at 9:14 PM
AboveAverage said...

Does anyone think that the possibility exists where Boone won't be let back into the country and that he will be forever exiled into Canada?

July 23, 2025 at 9:39 PM
ranger_lp said...

It’s not what you want…

July 23, 2025 at 9:50 PM
AboveAverage said...

I say keep the losses coming.

No pain - No gain

July 23, 2025 at 10:00 PM
BTR999 said...

Sloppy game by a sloppy team. Boone: “I think we have a very good defensive team” Jesus, what does he think a bad defensive team looks like? Ump was bad, but not why we lost. Boone said Fried’s finger was OK despite the fact there was bleeding when he came off the field.

🤡 clown show by team and manager

July 23, 2025 at 10:09 PM
13bit said...


Manic depression is searching my soul.
I know what I want but I just don't know.
Cashman and Bonnie, I wish I could caress caress...
manic depression is a swing and a miss...

July 23, 2025 at 10:48 PM
AboveAverage said...

Breathe deep the blathering Boone
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another game’s useless energy spent
Impassioned fans wrestle as one;
Lonely man cries for love and has none;
New mother picks up and suckles her son;
Senior citizens wish they were young
But which is an illusion

July 24, 2025 at 12:08 AM
HoraceClarke66 said...

Beautiful, AA! Except...I don't particularly wish I were young. Very glad to be this age, in this world.

July 24, 2025 at 12:57 AM
13bit said...

Same here, Hoss. Same here. I was just working on a piece about memory, which is an interesting thing, but for another time. Maybe it was the spate of recent musical quotes from the 1960s or 70s that prompted AA's inspired, lovely stanza. Maybe we should go further back.....(sound of the time machine swirling and swirling and swirling to a dim low-res video of Shelley sitting at this desk, staring out over the sea, pen in hand...)

I weep for Los Yanquis - they are dead!
Oh, weep for our pinstripes! Through our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds such dumb heads!
And thou, sad hour, selected from all the years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy dick-less compeers,
And teach them thine own sorry, say: "With us
Died The Yankees; till the Future dares
Forget the past, our fate and fame shall be
A blot and a dim flashbulb unto eternity!"
Hal does suck and Brian, too. And let us not
Neglect dim Boone. We are all without hope here, too.

July 24, 2025 at 5:34 AM
JM said...

We are blind and our dog is dead.

July 24, 2025 at 7:31 AM
AboveAverage said...

Perhaps however the Dog is Blind and We are Dead

July 24, 2025 at 12:45 PM

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