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August 25, 2005

Not Only Does the Man Know Baseball...

...he sets a pretty scene as well!

...Many warmhearted and mildly attentive Americans say the president should have invited Sheehan to his kitchen table in Crawford for a cup of coffee and a serving of that low-calorie staple of democratic sentimentality -- "dialogue." Well...

-- it is difficult to imagine how the dialogue would get going.

He: "Cream and sugar?"

She: "Yes, please, filth-spewer."

It's a dee-LISH-ous read.

Posted by tree hugging sister at August 25, 2005 01:15 PM


Knows baseball? Knows baseball? Knows baseball?

The man is a flippin' freak when it comes to baseball.

Not that there's anything wrong with that; so am I.

Posted by: Ken Summers at August 25, 2005 09:36 PM

'Cept for the part about knowing stuff about it, of course. I'm a pure tyro when it comes to actual knowledge, but I tip my hat to those whose knowledge exceeds and whose love for the game matches mine (Will is one, two other names that come immediately to mind are Stephen Jay Gould and Isaac Asimov).

Oh dear, I seem to have gotten off topic...

Posted by: Ken Summers at August 25, 2005 09:40 PM

(Nah, nah. Ramble on.)

Posted by: tree hugging sister at August 26, 2005 09:40 AM