HiddenEntries (A Wholly Owned Cynthia Publishing Company Subsidiary Blog)

Saturday!

He’s decided to take his talents to the Main Line! Trying to bring some hoopball health to your Philalala Seventy-Sick-Sirs!

It’s hot here right now in La-La Land; summer has taken hold. In terms of the sounds of this season, this tune holds-up quite well. It could have been the song for an advert for orange soda or something. You’re welcome!

There’s a lot of reasons to be circumspect about the sport depicted in today’s graphic lede, but when the players themselves routinely try to pull-off this kind of nonsense, well, the derogatory sense of the world ‘entitlement’ just does not come close to doing that circumspection justice. We always believe that sports & athletics is one of the last havens for fair play & impartiality to rule over the cult of personality & race-supremacy, but this guy really did try to ruin it for hundreds of years of links history. BOO! GET THE F OUT OF HERE! BOOSTRAPS, YA’ BIG FAT BABY! BOOTSTRAPS! WHERE’s YOUR PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY! WHERE’s THAT PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY YOU ALWAYS DEMAND OF EVERYBODY ELSE? F THIS GUY. F OUTTA HERE.

Tuesday!

Monday!

Scrub on over to your 1:08 mark of today’s video lede to witness la roja’s magic moment to capture your copa mundial 2026 and delivering Spain its second title. No glory for the billions of dollars handed-out to the fashy leader of Argentina & the rest of their race-baiting & roughhousing squad. No result for the billions of dollars handed over to the fashy head of the Argentine State. Good outcome. Spain living right, and generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead! Dead!

Amphitheater Season 2026 began last night for us. Here’s one of ’em so-called artistic-type snaps!

Post-and-run tonight, courtesy of the start of your 2026 Amphitheater Season now. One of the best times of year, hanging-out on the concourse in shirtsleeves and shorts, chatting-up the beautiful people while sipping on a libation, the sun setting in the west as the crowd hums in anticipation of showtime at 8 p.m. PDT. Romantic!

Personally we would tune-in live-and-direct only if it was reported that he soiled himself, or if he finally started taking his eternal dirt nap. Otherwise…