I don't want to become Drunky McTightyWhitey*

I almost stopped in the local liquor store this afternoon to buy all of the fixings needed to make margaritas. Problem is, I would have ended up drinking then all by myself. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I figure my alcohol consumption does not need to increase. My family history is agin’ me.

For similar reasons, I resisted buying a bottle of sangria last weekend. Sangria isn’t right without fruit anyway.

*Who is Drunky McTightyWhitey, you might ask.

A few years ago, when I was living with Beth and Nick, they were visiting Beth’s sister and her family, leaving me home with the dogs and cats. The Saturday morning after they left, I let the dogs out about 0700, wandered down the driveway to pick up the paper, glanced to my right to keep an eye on the dogs, and saw a neighbor several houses down picking up his paper.

Some time before this, his dog had been wandering around the neighborhood about 10 PM one night, leading Beth and Nick to walk said dog back to this neighbor’s house. He answered the door fully clothed, but rather inebriated.

This particular morning, I had no idea as to his state of intoxication, but did notice to my horror that he was clad in a t-shirt and a pair of, you guessed it, tighty whities.

The name kind of assigned itself.

Your tutu fitting will be at 3 PM, sir

Goal.com associate editor editor Shane Evans on Tuesday, forecasting yesterday's Spain-USA match:

"...If the USA wins, I'll take up ballet lessons."

Ow! My Freaking Ears!

I turned on the TV this morning, and this assaulted me:

Omni Dual Saw Televison Commercial

Now, I like power tools as much as the next statistician, but not when Billy Mays is selling them.

LARIAT-OOOOO!

A while back, I saw this story about one Shaver Hansen, a junior shortstop at Baylor, whose father is this guy.

Turns out that after hitting .330 with 17 home runs this past spring, Hansen the younger was drafted in the sixth round by the Seattle Mariners earlier this week.

All of this is really just an excuse to link to the best six minutes on YouTube.

Curly was the Zen Stooge

The words of Emmylou Harris at Ravinia this past Sunday, as reported by my brother. The context being the following lyric snippet of Patty Griffin: "I don't know why I keep doing this."

To which Emmylou observed that it reminds her of Curly's oft-repeated line "I'm trying to think, but nothing's happening."

The Zen Stooge. It fits.

Lefty blogging

In this case, Lefty Grove. I posted the following as a response to this post by America's best sportswriter, Joe Posnanski.

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I wouldn’t take very seriously any online poll, and this one is no exception.

Grove is probably the greatest left-hander ever.

But…there’s also a fair amount of evidence, mostly dug up by the late Dick Thompson, that Connie Mack did not pitch Grove against the Yankees as often as his other starters during the 1929-31 period. For instance, according to the indispensable Retrosheet, Grove started eight games against last-place Boston in 1929, more than any other team.

Rob Neyer has mentioned this as well:
http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/columns/story?columnist=neyer_rob&id=1704222

On the other hand, as Bill James pointed out, Grove spent several years in the minors when he was clearly better than most major-league pitchers of the time.

It doesn’t mean that Grove isn’t the best lefty of all time, just that the margin may not be so large between him and the rest.

Wednesday Garden (and Dachshund) Blogging

Disclaimer: All posts regarding gardening must bear in mind that I don't know what many of the plants are. You see, Beth (my ex) was the one who decided what to buy and where to plant it. I was merely the instrument of her genius.

With that out of the way:

These are in the back yard.


OK, this one I know. Lilacs.


Maggie


Ernie