BAD KERMIT: There’s not much interesting going on this week.
SWEET UNCLE LOU: That’s bad.
BAD KERMIT: Well, I guess the World Series might be an interesting matchup.
SWEET UNCLE LOU: That’s good!
BAD KERMIT: But the Tampa Bay Rays are playing in it.
SWEET UNCLE LOU: That’s bad.
BAD KERMIT: But the National League won Game One.
SWEET UNCLE LOU: That’s good!
BAD KERMIT: But Shane Victorino is Hawaiian.
SWEET UNCLE LOU: …
BAD KERMIT: That’s bad.
SWEET UNCLE LOU: Can I do the Roundup now?
- Have you ever wondered about the man behind the MLB logo? You have? Why?
- Jim Essian may be passed over for yet another job in favor of his doppleganger.
- Our good friend Paul Sullivan gives HJE a shout-out as he details the many, many examples of nationwide Cub mockery which occurred after the sweep.
- As usual, Curt Schilling has absolutely nothing to say about anything.
- The way I see it, there are most likely two ways that I’ll end my preseason in 2009: (1) Hanging out in Arizona, checking out the ridiculous co-eds of the ASU campus, or (2) freezing my nuts off in New York, checking out Joe Girardi’s flattop. Anyone want to bet which way the league is leaning? God damnit.
- I don’t get it. Everyone hates Chip Caray, yet Chip Caray is gainfully employed. In THIS economy! What a world.
- Cubs Convention tickets go on sale November 6th. Going to the Convention is a blast. Well, let me rephrase that. Not going to the Cubs Convention, but getting drunk with the Desipiots and Sons of Jim Essian at Kitty O’Shea’s afterward and asking awkward questions of Len Kasper is a blast.
- Phillies fans are stoopud.
- Mark Prior: Same shit, different year.
- “Woman’s fishy-smelling mystery solved,” and it is NOT what you thought it was.
- Is there a better headline out there than “Swedish hockey fans delay match with dildo downpour“? (NSFW unless you work in a dildo factory or your boss is a huge fan of the AIK ice hockey team)
- Finally, if you’ve never learned to flip a beer cap, learn it now.
Well, that’s it for now. I’m going to practice flipping beer caps into Rothschild’s eyes.
-Sweet Uncle Lou
