
Contrails! Contrails & supplements, baby! Contrails & CRISIS ACTORS! Contrails & multi-million-dollar judgments-against!
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Contrails! Contrails & supplements, baby! Contrails & CRISIS ACTORS! Contrails & multi-million-dollar judgments-against!
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Another living creature who makes a sweet difference to us. W.C. Fields surely got it backwards about dogs & children. For us, it goes the other way: ‘Anyone who loves children and animals can’t be all bad.’
Continue readingSo many all-time songs from New Order to consider, but this might be the all-timer of all all-timers, just like the Iggles collapse was the collapse to end all gridiron collapses. But we digress. Such a shimmering song, this…
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Making Aspen, Colo., safe for the novices. Be there soon, Buttermilk!
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Snow, cold, those are weather phenomena we rarely have to deal with out here in sunny-again Southern California. Shown here is a changeover during some late-morning tennis at world-famous Beeman Park in beautiful downtown Studio City, Calif., where the temperature around 11:15 a.m. PST was approx. 65°F; at 1:31 p.m., the day’s high of 71°F was reached. From the mild & Golden West, good evening now! Good evening this time!
And so it ends now, this evening, less than a year after a near-miss in the Big Stupor Game, and less than two months after winning 10 of their first 11 games of the 2023 regular season, your Philalala Iggles have completed a gridiron collapse to shame all other gridiron collapses, losing six of their final seven games, the last of which was tonight’s shockingly meek capitulation to your Tampa Bay Buccaneers in the Wild Card Playoff round. For a team that looked well on its way to a return trip to the Big Stupor Game, for a team that seemed unbeatable both on the field & off, with dynamic, confident leadership and a sense of chemistry & camaraderie that appeared to mark them as one of those fabled Teams of Destiny, these Iggles walked off the field tonight thoroughly beaten, bickering openly on the sidelines and likely sniping at each other to the very end inside the locker room, that earlier promise and destiny abjectly come to nothing. A bright year-and-two-month stretch of elite football went dark fast, all in the last eight weeks, and it is hard to imagine this team, with its infighting & suddenly questionable talent-level, getting back to true Big Stupor Game-calibre anytime soon.
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