Monthly Archives: March 2013

A lot of mopesz love their Call of Duty, Worlds of Warcraft, Super Mario Bros., Sonic the Hedgehog, and so might we, if we ever laid our eyes or hands on them. But before all that, there was the unquestioned … Continue reading →

All right, all right, ya college-hoopsz loversz! Maybe that’s why the Thoroughbred cards are so quiet today. Save the trizactasz for the last-second jumpers from beyond the arc. Pistol Pete Maravich lives forever!

OK, East Coastersz! We see that you are still experiencing nightly low temperatures in the upper-20s; this is to inform you that Spring indeed has sprung, at least it has on the calendar.

Ah, The Irish & Their Storytelling. Those people know how to spin a tale, unwinding it forever, paying it out ever so slowly, and we are none the wiser but to bend an ear toward the teller until the end … Continue reading →

Endurance athletes, long-distance runners, take heed! You do know your body is trying to game your system, don’t you? You do know that your body is looking to maximize your efficiency by burning the least amount of energy to produce … Continue reading →

Here’s a nifty nonclassical song based on Pachelbel.

For Phillie phansz of 1970s-’80s vintage, there can be only one Pope. He’s the one on the left there, General Manager Paul Owens. The guy in the uniform is the Field Manager, Mr. Dallas Green. The guy in the spectacles … Continue reading →

Yup, they have Girl Scouts (or at least cookie-hawkersz) in the 90210. This was taken a few doors down from the Beverly Hills Brownie (get it?) Company. Be prepared!