Last time I was here, I was not a New Yorker. Now I am, so feel free to resume saying, “Christ, what an asshole!” My thanks for other staffers for stepping in while SP and I upended our lives and hauled them East.

Our new home is quite a contrast. For example, we actually got rid of our governor, although his replacement doesn’t seem like much of a step up. Less handsy, and less likely to kill a few thousand of my cohort, maybe. This is a VERY isolated area, of which I heartily approve. Anyway, more later, we need to consider…

Birthdays. And today’s include… wait, this is another of those rare days where one birthday overwhelms the rest. And that is the Greatest Manager in Baseball History. Wanna argue? Go ahead. I’ll pull out moments like this and like this. Well, there were some minor individuals like SugarFree’s inspiration; a dentist who didn’t ask if it was safe; a guy whose name should get an asterisk; reputedly the biggest asshole in music (as opposed to Liberace who HAD the biggest asshole in music); someone who used to be funny; another guy who used to be funny; a guy who did much to wreck the Arizona Cardinals; a guy who made basketball fun when it was… fun; and a guy who made a name for himself in football.

Let’s get the the Real Links.

 

We all gonna die!!! Unfortunately, this bit of statistical legerdemain isn’t supported by the actual data.

 

No Joni, it’s on all the people who kept us there after 2002 for a useless mission.

 

Hmmm. On the one hand, the child abuse will continue. On the other hand, this accelerates the demise of government indoctrination centers.

 

Awwwww. C’mon guys. I do like the Mondrian illustration, though.

 

Wait, why is a judge used as the source here? And a drama queen one at that? My bullshit meter is pegged.

 

Post hoc, ergo propter hoc. 

 

Jaki Byard. There’s a story waiting for a movie. In the meantime, his song is Old Guy Music, with the incomparable Rahsaan on sax.