February 2009
14 posts
I’m going to get out in front of the trend...
angry email of the week, shaggy-head edition
FEEDBACK:
Are you 12 years old? The White Sox are 23rd? WIth that pitching staff? With two of the best young players to come on the scene in the American league in years in Quentin and Rameriz? Get a hair cut!
A few weeks ago, it was cold in New York. Today,...
Angry emails of the week
I restarted the Power Rankings this week, so many an electronic pen pal returned from hibernation - including the great Frank D., who sent me a heart-warmingly lyrical missive every week for about 1.5 years before mysteriously disappearing last August. Good to have you back, fella.
FROM: Frank D
FEEDBACK: You have friends? Imaginary ones don’t count. You’re a loser who lives in his...
they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Or not.
I’ve never pegged Freedy Johnston as...
Angry email of the week
“SUBJECT:
Writer feedbacks: Larry Dobrow
FROM:
XXX
E-MAIL:
XXX
FEEDBACK:
ONE OF THE STUPIDEST ARTICLES I’VE EVER READ-WHETHER IT IS POLITICAL OR IN THE WORLD OF SPORTS, YOU REPORTERS ARE ALL LOSERS-FIND SOMETHING NICE TO SAY ABOUT PEOPLE-TRY ACCENTING THE POSITIVE IN PEOPLE!!!! DON’T BOTHER REPLYING-IT’LL GET ERASED :
"To put it bluntly, the advantage Rodriguez earned... →
A-Rod’s on ESPN smacking his lips nervously now. Looks like no Hall of Fame for him, given how the voters love to moralize, but at least he won’t get booed on Opening Day. My take: either you vote for A-Rod, Bonds, Clemens, McGwire et al, or you don’t vote for anybody from that era. We kind of have to assume the entire game was ‘roided up back then, don’t we?
Except...
the easiest day-after headline in the history of... →
“A-Roid”
I’m pretty much Johnny Everyman. After a...
The LD Five-Word Movie Review: The King Of Kong
Awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome.
God is dead. →
I needed some good news to counterbalance Bruce’s Super Bowl sacrilege (in terms of cultural desecration, cutting a verse from Born to Run is akin to cutting a chapter from The Grapes of Wrath). This wasn’t it… Recently, I tried to track LT down for a story I wrote. Apparently he only communicates these days via intermittent text messages. And now he’s a dancer. Awful.