Very interesting, RickJay - thanks. I didn’t know that.
Billy Maharg accomplished this himself twice, although not exactly literally. He got in line and played a game as an amateur strike-breaker when the Tigers refused to take the field. Four years later, he was the bus driver for the Phillies, and they rewarded him the last day of the season by suiting him up.
WE’RE GOING TO THE QUARTER-FINALS! WOOOOOOO! I would like to say that was an exciting game, but it actually wasn’t - it was a very safe, very conservative, very lonnnnnnnggg game.
Are you referring to the Blue Jays? If so it’s the ALDS, and it was a thrilling game.
Probably lacrosse, I imagine.
Everything was great until some dickless jerk threw a bottle or something at Kim.
Is that when you turned it off and said “Nothing interesting can happen now from this point on”? These guys are disciplined focused professionals. They play right through shit like that. It doesn’t affect the remainder of the game.
According to this Youtube Video the thrower is indeed dickless.
The Toronto Sun is offering a $1,000 reward for information leading to the identification of the dickless beer-can hucker.
Ooh. Great. I think we’ll have a suspect within days.
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Miss the point much?
Go back and read the post, playing special attention to “until”. How could one miss that point?
And the tosser has come forward: and apparently is (a) a guy; and (b) a former Toronto Sun employee. Oops.
Yup. Still missing the point.
Why not just articulate the point in clear language, telling us what you really mean? The word “until” is the one I don’t seem to be able to grasp the meaning of. Can you find another way to phrase your two premises linked by that transitional preposition? Repeating over and over again that someone missed your point is not a very effective way of clarifying your point.
Winter’s coming–we woke up to a few inches of snow today. It will likely be gone in a few days, as the forecast indicates rising temps. I hope that’s true, as I have been invited to play in a local club’s closing golf tourney on Saturday.
But still, it seems too early for so much snow.
Yikes. We’re enjoying a beautiful fall here in the east. Mid-20s have given way to mid-teens, but it’s a glorious time of year.
In TBay the leaves have turned, but the flocks of geese have not yet left us. A bald eagle soared about this morning, but it will stay the winter. Last weekend was a perfect paddle on the Great Gitchigumee. This weekend I moved the canoe and sea kayak from the trailer to the storage stretchers, removed the boat racks from the trailer and the vehicle, and put the bike away. I’m a bit sad to say goodbye to the summer’s evening sun, and the cold rains have started.
But now the wait begins – a month to go before any skiing, and two months before good skiing. I’ve purchased ski passes for a couple of lift areas and a cross-country area, and will spent the interregnum figuring out which skis I will mount which bindings on, tuning and waxing skis, fussing with an uncooperative helmet liner that has made a habit of slipping down over my eyes, and patching up my twenty year old jacket and pants.
The cold remains.
I took a gamble, and tried to allow my plants to mature fully. That didn’t work well for the tomatoes at all–the frost got them. I may have been able to save the peppers (Habaneros), but we will see. They will be in the window, and I hope they get that nice orange colour in a week or so.
Oh well. As sports fans say, “there’s always next year.” 
I am racing the autumn weather to finish exterior house painting and other home repair that requires good weather. Yes, indeed, I DID have the whole summer. Of lovely weather. Beach weather, in fact.
No, I don’t regret all those days at the beach. Even if I am house painting in the chill fall weather!
I remain confident there is still time! It’s only mid October after all! Surely there will be enough warm days! ( See, I’ve almost convinced myself!)