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Portraits of the Dead Ball Era, Chapter III: Third Burglars

Polish Power: “I’m 23, I hit for power, I’ve got plenty of room in my shirt, and I’m as Polish as a screen door on a submarine.” “Yeah, we don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” “Extra innings, god … Continue reading

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Portaits of the Dead Ball Era, Part II: The Deadening

The Doris Duke Tobacco Glob Gallery Spittoon’s over there, fella. Don Sutton’s got some salt-and-pepper in his ‘fro.  And something angry flaring up on his lip… Don Stanhouse never worries about flared-up cold sores on Baseball Card Picture Day. ASSSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINE…Okay, … Continue reading

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Portraits of the Dead-Ball Era

If you were to ask me, the Seventies didn’t really die until 1984. I make this statement based on my Hanukkah and birthday gifts of recent years, the big Bloom County omnibuses chronicling the years 1980-84.  A scan thru the … Continue reading

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This Week In Bayiss-Bawell

I don’t mean to pry into your personal life, Jose, but you look… tired.  How ’bout you take the rest of the day off and start over fresh tomorry? “Here you go, Lois.  One hot dog, and one orange juice … Continue reading

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