SinceThe70s

Some of you might not agree 'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery But think a while and you will see Broken hearts are for....

When I kiss you I feel a thousand different feelings A cover of chills All over my body And when I feel them I quickly try to decide which one I should try to put into words, woah oh Try to put into words

A pretty good interview with Dom Smith below. I was in "so done with him" mode last year, it's remarkable how he's turned things around. I remember telling my kids when I first saw him that he looked like a guy who needed a pillow. Turned out there was some truth to that. https://nypost.com/2019/07/02/dominic-smith-on-jeff-mcneils-hot-dog-secret-crushing-yankees-and-sleep-struggles/

It gets better. The next day they misspelled Jesse Hudson's first name in a scoreboard apology: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/jim-gosger-jesse-hudson-mets-apologize-members-1969-championship-team-montage-dead-players/

She's all about the bare necessities.

Apparently the Mets paid tribute to players from the 1969 who have passed away and somehow managed to include two players who are still alive. Reminds me of Monty Python and the Holy Grail: "I'm not dead yet!" https://nypost.com/2019/06/30/mets-have-apologized-to-one-of-the-players-they-accidentally-had-dead/

The Bills official site has a store. Local stores in Buffalo won't do any better wrt price. The NFL controls its merchandise pretty well. Ebay is an option (usually used stuff) and there are China sites with knock-offs that vary from OK to humorous to bad. When my kids were young I'd buy jerseys from the Bills store at a discount of 'stars' who had just left the team. They had no clue that Bledsoe was no longer a Bill. On a related note, wifey didn't understand why I was less than impressed when she bought me a Bledsoe jersey (which I wore only once for the photo op with the kids). Eventually my boys started questioning and I had to buck up and pay for the jersey of a current player. Who invariably was gone soon thereafter (see Stevie Johnson and Dareus). I finally got to the point where they will only get the jersey of an all-time Bill. For a 3 and 5 year old that's probably not an option.

If Exiled shiits in the woods, does a bear hear it? Or does a tree fall?

Two things that happen shortly after the draft ends: people that take draft grades seriously and mock drafts for the next year.

Why the need for the group poop? Couldn't one guy stand watch for varmints while the other takes care of business?

My guess is Thor is still in the circle of trust and Wheeler will probably be moved in the next month. I'd be fine if they signed Wheeler to a 3-4 year deal before he hits free agency, I just don't see that happening. The first big problem with the rebuild is the boat anchor contract at second base. The second is the boat anchor contract riding horses on the DL.

Pushing up the ante, I know you gotta see me Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again I see it in your eyes, take one look and die The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be the Ace of Spades The Ace of Spades

She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato She's in love with a boy From the rodeo Who pulls the rope on the chute When they let those suckers go (Yeah-hey! Suckers!) He got slobberin' drunk at the Palomino They give him thirty days in San Ber'dino

Another town another place, Another girl, another face, Another truce, another race, I'm eating junk, feeling bad, Another night, I'm going mad, My woman's leaving, I feel sad, But I just love the life I lead, Another beer is what I need, Another gig my ears bleed, We are the road crew

Wouldn't surprise me if Hechevaria got moved. And selling high on Dom Smith probably makes sense. But unless they're ready to move on from Thor or maybe Conforto I don't think they're bringing back very much in a trade.

Funny you mention players juicing. The Mets announcers have been talking about the juiced ball too. It's freaking obvious it's the ball, right? The last time I remember talk of a juiced ball MLB was trying to sell a story of baeballs being more tightly wound and/or being produced in another country (Costa Rica?). This of course explained Brady Anderson and others to a dumb schmuck like me. It took a few years before it became readily apparent that the entire league was on steroids. I'm not saying it's not the balls, just that I take it with a grain of salt. Funny thing is back in the 90's all of the steroid-induced HR's actually drew positive attention to the game. This year it may be adding fuel to the fire to the fans who are tiring of the strike-out/walk/HR at bats that are so prevalent.

As they speed through the finish, the flags go down The fans get up and they get out of town The arena is empty except for one man Still driving and striving as fast as he can The sun has gone down and the moon has come up And long ago somebody left with the cup But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns And thinking of someone for whom he still burns

Raise your hand if you knew that J.C. Martin was Harry Caray's broadcast partner for a year.

This is outstanding. Shared it with others who thought the same. I've seen some cool stuff including two bears wrestling or courting, not sure which except it never matched your profile pic. Thanks for posting.

In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin' By yer radio Do the walls close in t' suffocate ya You ain't got no friends... An' all the others: they hate ya? Does the life you been livin' gotta go, hmmm? Well, lemme straighten you out About a place I know... (Get yer shoes 'n socks on people It's right aroun' the corner!) Out through the night An' the whispering breezes To the place where they keep The Imaginary Diseases Out through the night An' the whispering breezes To the place where they keep The Imaginary Diseases, mmm... This has to be the disease for you! Now scientists call this disease Bromidrosis But us regular folks Who might wear tennis shoes Or an occasional python boot Know this exquisite little inconvenience By the name of: STINK FOOT

We're setting sail to the place on the map from which no one has ever returned Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool by the light of the crosses that burned. Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace and the gold and the cotton and pearls It's the place where they keep all the darkness you need. You sail away from the light of the world on this trip, baby. You will pay tomorrow You're gonna pay tomorrow You will pay tomorrow Save me. Save me from tomorrow I don't want to sail with this ship of fools. No, no

Mr. cab driver don't like the way I look He don't like dreads he thinks we're all crooks Mr. cab driver reads too many story books Mr. cab driver pass me up with eyes of fire Mr. cab driver thinks we're all 165'ers Mr. cab driver f**k you I'm a survivor

Wheeler or Frazier.

A friend recently asked whether this was the worst bullpen stretch the Mets ever had. I pointed to the August/September 2007 collapse as being worse. I'm ready to reconsider that opinion.

Tooth for tooth, eye for an eye Sell your soul just to buy buy buy Beggin' a dollar, stealin' a dime Come on can't you see that I I am stranded, caught in the crossfire