Around the eighth inning of tonight’s dismal game, Lore asked me when last times the Red Sox won the World Series.
Here’s another cartoon adapted from my sketchbook.
This is an adaptation of an old cartoon for the web.
“Your national anthem is beautiful,” Lore said after watching a country music trio do the honors before game four. “But it is very easy to fuck up when the wrong person sings it.” She expects everyone to sing it the way Whitney Houston did.
Black-capped chickadees wouldn’t be so cute if they were cigar smokers.
I don’t drink much but here’s a Tim McCarver drinking game.
Holy cow. What a crazy baseball game.
After last night’s hard frost it was literally raining leaves in the park.
When I was a kid I wanted to be a comic strip cartoonist.
Here’s a fun book that may not be in your library, since it seems to be hard to get a hold of: All Yesterdays: Unique and Speculative Views of Dinosaurs and Other Prehistoric Animals by John Conway, C.M. Kosemen, and Darren Naish.
The American League Championship Series put me in the unwanted position of rooting for the Detroit Tigers, simply because they were playing the Boston Red Sox.
I recently published my 1, 500th post on the this blog. To celebrate I put together a little presentation.
If I might engage in a little second-guessing of Jim Leyland…
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
I had a baseball game on the television while Lore was studying.
I visited the West Branch Municipal Cemetery, where President Hoover’s parents and other relatives are buried.
My crusty retired neighbor caught me on the way home. “I assume you are not working,” he said.
I’m beginning my third day of furlough as the federal government is shut down.