RFK What Good Do You Think You Do?



Last Sunday was the last baseball gave ever to be played at RFK Stadium in Washington D.C. It was a fun three year run for the Nats but RFK truly is a miserable venue for Major League Baseball. I have many great memories of warm summer nights enjoying baseball there and for that reason I will always have a soft spot in my heart for the old dinosaur, but this is not what God had in mind when he invented baseball. I've often thought, as I've roamed the endless concourses and ramps in search of a warm polish sausage, that RFK looked like a prison. Fitting, then, that the words of Johnny Cash's San Quentin come to mind:

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San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bent my heart and mind and you warped my soul,
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And may all the world regret you did no good.

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Rest Assured I Was on the Internet Within Minutes Registering My Disgust Throughout the World

The Office, Season 4, Episode 1: worst episode ever.

My Office watching days might be over. I can't exactly put my finger on what was wrong with it other than it just wasn't funny. There was literally more drama than comedy. I felt like I was watching something from the WB. I saw the Pam Anderson joke coming about two years ago; I'm surprised it took them this long to getting around to making it. They are really underusing Ed Helms since he got back from anger management training. They really need angry Andy back kissing butt and punching holes in stuff. Maybe a love interest too, Meredith maybe? Also, way to blow the whole Jim/Pam sexual tension storyline writers. Good luck getting that magic back.

For some excellent reviews follow this link.

Why the Meat Puppets are Still Relevant

Well, maybe not. But it was interesting to see how fat Curt Kirkwood has gotten.

R.I.P. Ted Stepien

Imagine that when you die the The New York Times runs your obituary. Now imagine in the first sentence of that obituary they trumpet your biggest public failing. Ladies and gentlemen I give you the obituary of former Cleveland Cavaliers owner Ted Stepien. First sentence:

Ted Stepien, the former owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers, whose propensity for trading away draft picks resulted in an N.B.A. rule change, died Monday at his home in Willoughby Hills. He was 82.

Ouch!