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A late-game collapse by your Phightin’ Philalala Phillies on the diamond on Saturday and then another shocking fold-job just about 24 hrs. later courtesy of your Iggles in the ’murriKKKan Gridiron Throwball Cartel made for an awful weekend for the sportsball phanatics in the City of Brotherly Love. Monday now, the next day, and will it be a third-straight evening of pro-athletic heartache? ONLY THE SHADOW KNOWS! THE SHADOW!

Recap!

This is the marquee matchup now, your 2025 Nat’l. League Div. Series. Our hometown team hosting our adopted-hometown team. This household is divided, with native Angeleno sharing the living quarters staunchly for her Blue during Red October. One of us will survive, or maybe not!

Hey! Did you know the highway officially called U.S. 101 North (known here in La-La Land simply as ‘the one-o-one’) is really part of westbound Ventura Blvd. in Encino? The signage in today’s photo lede seems to suggest just that!

Hey! Where did everybody go? Come back!

All right, all right, ya’ shofar-blowing kugel-eaters! Take it easy! We know this is a sweet & happy evening for yourselves, the descendants of Zion etc. So, L’ Shana Tova! Eat-up!

Your Tulane Green Wave ’muriKKKan Gridiron Throwball squad suffered a merciless thrashing at the hands of the Rebels of Ole Miss this afternoon in Oxford. HODDY TODDY!

Friday!

Yea, verily. Jm. Kimmel was kind to us on stage once, preventing our 10 little piggies from being sheared off by a fast-moving, iron-safe-bearing cart shoved toward our tootsies by one Mistah Ben. J. Stein, Snr. Scrub-on over to the 3:55 mark of this obscure 1999 Comedy Central promotional ad (look quick; there’s 30-frames-a-second, but it’s a split-second!) to see us begin our eventually redeeming TV-game-show career, to which there is no possible current route of return.