Hello, gang! There were SO MANY GOOD COMMENTS to choose from this week, that old Skip had a hard time picking out just one. There was the guy who threatened to punch Mike D.’s teeth down his throat, using such clever insults as “BLOGGERS LIVE IN THEIR MOM’S BASEMENTS.” There was the comment on a two-month-old article suggesting that Kermit is not the kind of “dude” that Ryan Braun is. Presumably because he’s never worn chaps and baby oil. But I think I’m going to have to give this week’s award to the biggest “celebrity” to hit the blog since the Mend My Heart Guy threatened to sue Kermit.
Congratulations, to this week’s winner, Daniel Kamen! Truly, anything Daniel has written on the site so far has been a potential winner, but I’m going to have to go with with this doozy:
I’m the guy on the diet.
Couple of things to say. First, Steve Stone is right—kids, do not try what I’m doing. It’s not good for you or anyone else.
Second: Steve Stone is the best announcer baseball ever had. There is no one smarter and more up to date than Stoney. When Mr. Stone left the Cubs booth, I had considered not following the Cubs anymore. Steve Stone was the reason I watched the ball games on TV. What better pairing was there than Steve Stone and Harry Carray? All the others who tried to replace Steve lagged miles behind in every way; talent, knowledge, insight, entertainment–you name it. I always felt he should be managing the Cubs. Steve’s decisions are almost always right. And he tells it like it is. The only reason he ‘left’ the Cubs was because he spoke his mind, which was the truth, and management couldn’t handle it.
The Cubs would already have won the World Series had Steve Stone been the manager. Steve, you’re the best.
You almost stopped watching the Cubs because a bitter old thinks-he-knows-everything broadcaster left the team? You’re a heck of a Cubs fan, Daniel! If you’re not too weak from hunger to lift it, hold that trophy high! Also, don’t insult my managing prowess ever again, or I’ll be sure that you break your diet WITH YOUR OWN BALLS!
See you next week, gang!
