The 15

Great news you guys, now that LeBron’s part-owner of the Red Sox the fans in other cities can’t call Boston racist anymore. Guys? Guys?

Hey Andy Gresh, can you tell me what time it is? Oh, thanks, you just did.

It’s pretty obvious the Evergreen being “stuck” was a false flag to fake a toilet paper shortage if you really think about it.

Now I’m only writing TWO things. I finish the other piece today & turn in the draft a week early THEN I work on a project that I’m not going to speak on because it hasn’t been announced yet.

Having a microphone in his face is one of the two things that can bring old man Kraft to orgasm.

It’s like ESPN didn’t understand Paul Pierce’s sly social commentary about how everything is so oversexualized nowadays.

Did new owner LeBron James inspire the 2021 Red Sox to flop? Sure looking that way.

Wait, they won two three in a row? Then maybe it was Load Management.

This upcoming HBO Lakers series is giving me serious “The Late Shift” vibes.

I’d like to hear Mike Francesa explain what a Non-Fungible Token is.

Cakes are cooking for John Oates, Tony Dorsett, Gary Wilkinson, and Suzann Pettersen.

I’ll say it. I don’t like the Red Sox Patriot’s Day uniforms.

Gary Tanguay with a dubious vouch? Well I never!

I’d kinda like Kayce to give another defense of how Portnoy respects women today.

Orange Line: Delays of up to 15 minutes northbound due to police activity at Green Street.

Oh no. My Roomba is all clogged up with spilled Xanax. Again.

Gonzaga is no undefeated 1969 Medfield squad.

I bet @GerryCallahan watches ‘Gutfield!’ laughing like DeNiro at the movie theater in Cape Fear.

The Case podcast by Barstool Sports is great if you like to hear Kirk Minihane struggle to convey even an ounce of actual human empathy.

I was worried the Red Sox had really used up all their bat power in spring training lmao.

It’s not always about who is the biggest, the fastest, or the strongest. It’s about quickness, seeing the lane open up, reaction time, shrewd planning, and if necessary some playful flirting. Like I said, whatever it takes. But I’m rusty. I haven’t traveled on a plane post-COVID.

Some unsolicited advice for Trenni: even though it’s only radio, there’s still cameras everywhere.

Rough break with your players gettind ‘vidded up, UMass.

Hey cupcake, this week’s Phrase that Pays is ‘ran away like a tulip when shit got real.’

I wonder what the punishment is when @LouMerloni forgets to wash Linda Pizzuti’s car? He has to call more damn games?

I love how Worcester is now referred to as the ‘Alternate Site’ like it’s Mount Thunder or something.

Skinnygirl wine: That’s an easy grape.

Can’t remember when I ate.
It’s just thumb and walk and wait.
And I’m still 500 miles away from home.
If my luck had been just right,
I’d be with them all tonight.
But I’m still 500 miles away from home.

The Liberal Club in Fall River is my absolute favorite place to get fried clams and Covid vaccine.

Jennifer Eagan does have the prettiest eyes in Boston.

The #Jets have received very little interest in the No. 2 overall pick, which means teams are clear on what GM Joe Douglas insinuated yesterday. The Jets know their pick.

Mookie Bettis is different than Monty Beisel.

Honk if you remember where you were when you heard Republika Srpska declared its independence.

Hang in there, BMX.

Tom Werner wants the second base coach fired!

I’d rather watch that Portnoy video on a loop for 150 minutes than another Avatar movie.

Eck is only entertaining in small doses. There, I said it.

TB12 Virtual Concussion Water? Fetch my Dogecoins!

If you are your own worst enemy, know that you will find no better friend than #the15.

Best bet for the weekend; pollen.

material from interviews, wire services, Twitter, other writers, league and team sources, BSMW poster Hacksaw, and #the15 were used in this column. Like last week. But different.

After five long years, the Isobel Cup returns to Boston! Congratulations to Jennifer, and Lisa, and, uh, Amy, and all the rest of the players and coaches for the Boston team in the NWHL!

They refloated that stuck container ship before Kid Gaslight concluded his twitter tantrum.

I know; ‘The Green Kornet!’ Did anyone else think of that? Everyone? Everyone else did, too? Oh.

Pro-batflip Twitter is much more obnoxious than anti-batflip Twitter ever was.

Yes. Yes you have every right to be upset that Belichick’s draft history doesn’t look like a Kim Jong-Un golf scorecard.

No way, Paige Bueckers and Jalen Suggs knew each other in high school?

Can’t wait to see what @Toucherandrich have cooked up for April Fool’s Day! Zoinks!

Must be nice to have sleep apnea.

Chris Gasper hasn’t gotten this much attention since the 2010 P-town Carnival.

A ‘non-infectious’ positive COVID test for Matt Barnes? Alex Cora is up to his old tricks again.

Cakes are cooking for Pavel Bure, Jérôme Rothen, Chien-Ming Wang, and Jessica Joseph.

Entercom is now Audacy. Please make a note of it.

Don’t try to rig Twitter giveaway contests. You WILL be caught.

Second billing on a weekend radio show does not make one Rosie the Riveter.

Marwin? Kiké? Franchy?? These are not baseball player names. These are Sunday Drag Brunch names.

Another big day of Pro Days today — with two likely Top 10 picks Kyle Pitts and Ja’Marr Chase among those on display.

What are you thinking, contracting Covid-19 now? Next you’ll tell me you just started watching Tiger King.

A two goal lead in hockey is the worst lead to have.

Elenore, gee I think you’re swell
And you really do me well
You’re my pride and joy, et cetera
Elenore, can I take the time
To ask you to speak your mind?

The next person who makes a Suez Canal joke to me gets locked in a room with a starving Major Biden.

It’s times like these we miss Tommy…

Is being scared of winter considered a comorbidity for early vaccination?

Feels like a Charlie Bronson night.

Hey gang, this week’s Phrase that Pays is “My hovercraft is full of eels.”

Here’s condescension: You are painfully inept with words.

It appears Deshaun Watson’s quick release is not limited to just throwing the football.

Hi Farm.

To the guy backing his shopping cart out the entire length of the one way aisle; I appreciate your commitment to the letter of the rule. Respect to you.

Of course Charlie Coyle scored in @bsp_13‘s presence!!!

Godzilla has to be the prohibitive favorite in his tilt versus King Kong.

Watson pre-came during a massage?! Wow! I shit myself while at the Natick rest stop on the Pike! Just like equals!

Wait, so the journalist with a hosting gig on 98.5 is completely different than the other 98.5 host?

There’s never a bad time to nail your personal spice blend.

Honk if you remember Creature Double Feature.

Are you more a Jane Birkin guy, or an Edwige Fenech guy?

Proud of the way I reverse-mushed UMass hockey.

Masturbate your way thru it, Britni. Eventually the pain will go away.

I think that fella is a Minihane burner account.

Any word on Jack McCormick? Will he be at Opening Day?

Deshaun Watson’s lawsuits are now old enough to drink.

By mid April, the Patriots will be claiming they’ve never even heard of Jimmy Garoppolo, whoever he is.

Best bet for the weekend: people happy they cleverly put off getting vaccinated because it meant they had to cancel the big Easter Dinner plans.

material from interviews, wire services, Twitter, other writers, league and team sources, BSMW poster Hacksaw, and #the15 were used in this column.

Twas the night before baseball, when all through the house Not a player was stirring, not even Mike Trout The bats were hung in the clubhouse with care In hopes that baseball soon would be there

The fans were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of home runs danced in their heads And Goodell in his kerchief, and Brady in his cap Had just settled their brains for a long summer nap

When out on the diamond there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the ballpark, I flew like a flash, Tore open the gates and made a mad dash

The moon on the breast of the new-painted logo, Gave a lustre of midday to figures below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a pitcher, and men for the outfield and infield

With a bold arm so lively and strong, I knew in a moment he must be deGrom. More rapid than eagles his pitches they flew, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now, Mookie! now, Xander! now Lindor and Votto! On, Chapman! on, Gallo! on, Judge and Stanton! To the top of the short porch! over the green wall! Now hit away! hit away! hit that ball!”

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When the bat meets with a ball, mount to the sky; So up to the plate the batters they flew With arms full of bats, and deGrom too—

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the dugout The prancing and swinging of one Michael Trout. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, On to the mound, deGrom came with a bound.

He was dressed in Mets black, from his head to his shoes, And his clothes were adorned with orange and blue ; A rosin bag he carried to the mound, And he looked like a peddler opening a small pack.

His eyes — how they stared! his jaw was set In a duel of pitchers, on him, I would bet His hand was clenched around the white and red ball And I knew one by one, the batters would fall

The well-oiled glove he held tight in his fist, The frost from his breath encircled his head like a wreath; He had on his game face, no sign of quarantine belly To shake when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was tall and lean, a ticking time bomb, And I laughed when I saw him, knowing what was to come; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave batters to know they had much to dread;

deGrom spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, He struck out all the batters; then turned with a jerk, And then very quickly, without making a sound, He gave a slight nod, and walked off the mound.

He sprang to the clubhouse, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Opening Day Eve to all, and to all a good night!”

RC Collins is the longtime Poet Laureate for The 15 Net. Born and raised in Marblehead, MA, he now follows the teams closely from afar with his wife and children in Lakewood, CO.

I don’t mean this disrespectfully I seriously want to know, what was Dale Arnold’s signature moment in 30 years with WEEI?

We don’t usually break news here at #The15, but I have it on good authority that Brad Stevens plans on having many private team meetings going forward this season.

Where have you gone, William Bendetson? Pats Nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

I wonder if Lou Merloni is cashing 15th place bonus checks?

Coach Kyles is so busy grinding tape he doesn’t even have time to retake his twitter profile picture!

I’m just happy Kenny Moore is having fun again.

Patrick Chung is retiring just the moment I stopped calling him Eugene.

Sorry Andy Hart, we can’t have you slide over into Dale’s chair, we need to find a true talent like Andy Gresh.

Cakes are cooking for Pat Bradley, The Undertaker, Alyson Hannigan, Aaron Brooks, and Corey Hart.

After this stuff with female massage therapists, I guess Deshaun Watson really is the heir apparent to Peyton Manning?

How could the Commissioners Office allow these lawsuits to get out BEFORE Watson forced a trade to NE. Heads will roll at 345 Park Avenue.

RIP Dick Hoyt’s left-parted hairpiece.

Keep yappin’ Bob. That always works out for you. Make sure to remind the other owners about their inefficiencies. I doubt they’ll remember and soon rally behind some fictional scandal that will ensnare your coach and players, simply to remind you that you’re nouveau riche. Schmuck.

I bet the real media gets to bring a bag into Fenway Park.

Fitzy and Titzy is a great radio morning zoo name. Just sayin’.

Upton Bell is right. His dad never would have sold the broadcast rights to a streaming internet service in the 1950’s.

I have a pile of Malta Today back issues I haven’t gotten to yet.

Cry Moore.

Deshaun wrecked my ‘Stimmy For Jimmy’ joke.

Curt should be as loved as KG in this town. What a fuckup he is.

Parcells now has to be slotted behind Chung for inclusion in the Pats Hall of Fame. Sorrey Big Tuna.

In retrospect, all the Tourney upsets were foreseeable.

Mike Holley goes from working with Dick Teeth Keefe to Shiny Tooth Felger.

So, long story short: the jacket was full of spiders.

If Dov is brave, truthful and unselfish, he can become a real boy.

Gresh is one of those people you stare at a little longer on the street because you can’t quite tell if he’s rocking an extra chromosome or not.

Why does Ben Volin want college basketball players to contract Covid-19?

Mexican pizza brings me back. Just hits different y’all.

Hey gang. This week’s Phrase that Pays is “Nobody wanted to go to New England to be coached by Bill Belichick!”

Can’t believe having BJ Dean on every night wasn’t the answer for NBCSports Boston. Well, at least he can now focus on his burgeoning music career.

Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht.

Maybe don’t trade Mookie if you don’t want a billboard mocking that decision.

Autobiography by Ashlee Simpson is one of the albums that raised me tbh. Pieces of Me is now stuck in my head and I’m not complaining. It goes so hard STILL TO THIS DAY.

Caesars is reportedly expected to sign a 20-year naming rights deal with the Saints and Superdome.

No, Duxbury HS did not submit a waiver claim on Rohrwasser. Why would you ask that?

Honk if you remember Hank Gathers.

Topographically, oatmeal raisin cookies are noticeably different from chocolate chip cookies. There is no excuse for confusing one for the other.

Bro. Did I ever tell you about the sick scar I got from a Slip N Slide injury at college? Carling Black Labels, amirite?!

Yayyyy! Fried zucchini!

DJ Bean is gonna be pissed if he has to cover games at Fenway. “It’s not a purse; it’s a European carry-all!”

You said the quiet part out loud, Tim Peel.

Best bet for the weekend: UMass Ice Hockey Wagon turns back into a pumpkin.

material from interviews, wire services, Twitter, other writers, league and team sources, Larry Johnson, BSMW member Pats67, and  #the15 were used in this column.

Hey, does Tom E. Curran still think that Bill Belichick should relinquish his GM duties?

Its time to start have have a discussion about the Bruins as sellers..not buyers.

I don’t do estimates.

Dale Arnold: Faker of sincerity on Boston radio since 1991.

Bye Marv Marvin.

Admit it. You’re excited for Space Jam 2 Day at Fenway.

I prefer my presidents not to be blown away.

If Gary Tanguay were a method actor, he would at least try to know something about sports when trying to credibly portray a sports radio host.

Cakes are baking for Bill Mueller, Natalie Zea, Samoa Joe, and Katie Ledecky.

Y’all ever not eat and take a bunch of benzo?

Local Market Basket customer pandemic response update: Double-masking? No. At least one person going the wrong way down the one-way aisles? Yes.

It’s really a shame we don’t have Brady to attract free agents.

Sources have confirmed that Dale’s step stool and back clips will not be retired from NESN broadcasts.

Four free throw attempts? Four? This. League.

They’re still doing the 11:05 start time for the Patriot’s Day Red Sox game, even with no Boston Marathon?

More time to spend at Table. Less money to spend at Table. Quite a conundrum.

Hmm. Aston Martin’s reviving its Vanquish nameplate.

To help facilitate ongoing Orange Line infrastructure upgrades at Wellington and address damage from the derailment, shuttle buses will continue to replace service between Oak Grove and Sullivan Square for the next 3 weeks.

Ray Leonard’s punches can’t hurt Hagler anymore. Not that they ever did.

Duke Men’s Basketball ran the ol’ COVID Al Czervik play?

Rick Keefe offed the Death Cat and stole his powers. Prove me wrong.

Yayyy! Breadsticks!

Hey gang, this week’s Phrase that Won’t get you Paid is “Did I stutter?”

Was @patriotsopinionsfromacallowteenager247 taken? It would explain things.

A: La Croix.

Thanks for ruining my ‘Bill’s spending money like he’s Robert at Orchids of Asia!’ joke, homicidal weirdo.

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar.

No Ma, the spiral hams aren’t out yet. Yes, I asked the guy in the meat department. Soon. That’s all he’d say. It’s probably the corned beef taking up their spot.

His real name’s Alonzo Mosely.

Looking forward to trying out my ‘more dominant official state flower’ method of picking March Madness winners.

Honk if you remember the Ditty app.

My wife ordered clam chowder in San Diego and it ruined the whole trip. I was so pissed.

Ted Karras. Not a pawn in the game of life.

Fear Strikes Out? Timely reference, CHB.

The meteorologists don’t get to wear green on St. Patrick’s Day.

I’m man enough to admit I did forget the time John Brown COOKED the reigning DPOY.

Best bet for the weekend: a 10 seed upsetting a 7 seed.

material from interviews, wire services, Twitter, other writers, league and team sources, BSMW, and  #the15 were used in this column. 

If we look at this through the prism of ‘Bill doesn’t care what the media thinks’ this is a win, I guess.

Full offseason and a year more removed from shoulder surgery. I’m in. (Not really)

Know what will calm me down? An illegible Instagram post!

Maybe they’re signing Cam just to attract all the free agent weaponz?

I almost think this makes them more likely to trade up for Lance. Lance definitely isn’t ready but you aren’t taking on the vet for more than a year.

Where was Bedard with the scoop?

I jinxed it by trying to reverse mush it by saying Bill was going to bring him back out of spite.

Less yakking and more coaching, Jordan Palmer!!!

It is impossible to be reasonable about this right now. He’s cooked.

Already talking myself into a one year deal meaning nothing.

Waiting on @RapSheet to tell us that Cam had multiple offers, including at least one multiyear deal, but felt he has unfinished business in New England.

Bill has given money to veteran players he admires before.

So maybe Tawm had a point about taking the offensive keys away from Bill?

The new QB’s insta would’ve been cringy garbage anyway.

At least the coach has a history of starting an unproven young guy over a high priced underperforming veteran.

The sad thing is that except for the fruity clothing, goofy social media posts, inability to pass, misguided confidence, excessive cigar smoking, batted down passes, lack of ball security…

They’re definitely drafting a 1st round QB and trading for Beckham and signing Golladay.

I’m not rooting for someone named “Lance”.

It’s not in a lot of the medical literature, but COVID is notorious for making QBs set their feet perpendicular to the direction they’re throwing.

I love Patriots Twitter. It’s entertaining during the offseason.

Again taking Belichick at his word, and hearing everything the team says about him, they love the guy.

The contract better have an incentive for a legible font on his Instagram.

This is gonna kill Stidhsy when he wakes up and finds out; one o’ clock Eastern, nine AM Pacific.

If they keep Cam and trade away Harry all the wrong people are going to be insufferable. Correction: even more insufferable.

Kinda stole poor Justin Bethel’s thunder.

Noontime: actually, Cam is paying the Patriots 14M to let him hang around and is opening a bespoke chapeau shop in the old TB12 space.

Ask me in August.

Assembled from the instant reactions of #the15. And others.

Hi Meyers,

You don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but I’ve learned a lot about you in the last few days. Before this week, all I knew about you was that you play for the Miami Heat, you chose not to kneel for the National Anthem during the NBA Bubble this summer, and that your name always makes me want a glass of fresh-squeezed lemonade.

And then, earlier this week, in the middle of my workday, my phone started blowing up with texts and DMs from friends and coworkers.

“Did you see the Meyers Leonard video?”

“What does that word mean?”

“What is the NBA going to do about this?”

“Are you okay?”

I probably should have started this letter by saying that in addition to being a woman who works in sports as a writer, podcaster, and social media manager, I am a proud Jewish woman. My father is a rabbi, I come from a family full of rabbis, and I can trace my matriarchal roots all the way back to a prominent Jewish commentator from the 1600s. I lived in Israel growing up and speak fluent Hebrew. I can read Torah and have studied the Holocaust for most of my life. I also lost most of my extended family in the Holocaust. So, you can understand why a lot of my non-Jewish friends came to me with questions, and to see how I was feeling about what you said.

My gut reaction was “What the hell,” because who actually uses that word? How dare you? What is wrong with you? Are you ignorant, hateful, or both? Even after years of studying antisemitism and experiencing it firsthand, I still don’t understand how people can behave this way. I spent the last few days in a cloud of anger, frustration, sadness, and exhaustion.

The word you used is not one that I will repeat. It’s a horrible slur that makes my stomach churn. And yet you used it both carelessly and intentionally. It’s not often that those two adverbs align, but in this case, they are intertwined. You said something horrible, and you tossed that word out of your mouth like you were discarding a piece of trash, seemingly with no concern for the person it was directed at or anyone else who might hear it. But you took a deep breath before speaking as if you were pausing to select your verbal weapon of choice; you spoke with intention.

And that is why I have a hard time believing that you spoke from a place of ignorance, as you later said in your official statement. While you might not have known the exact weight that word carries or the lengthy and immense history of antisemitism, you knew enough to use it as an insult. You paused to choose a word that you could use to hurt someone, and that means that bare minimum, you knew that word was not a kind one. Furthermore, you are surrounded by Jewish people in your profession. Your commissioner and your team owner are both Jewish men. The city you play for has a Jewish population of over 123,000. But most of all, with the internet, you have virtually unlimited knowledge at your fingertips to help you learn about people who are different from you if you choose to open your mind. Ignorance is not an excuse.

You’ll probably never read this letter. You’ll serve your suspension and pay your fine, lose some endorsements, and carry this around with you for a while. People will look at you differently, but eventually, most will move on. Other athletes will do something wrong, and the focus will shift to them.

But before that happens, I want to tell you what it felt like to be a Jewish person in sports this week.

Imagine how it feels to be part of a small people that, throughout history, has been discriminated against, scapegoated, exiled, and murdered en masse. You see the rising numbers of antisemitic attacks, the increased security at your beloved elementary school and the synagogue where you’ve prayed since infancy, and you feel scared. You receive hateful messages on social media because you’re proud of your religion, and when you speak out about it, people tell you that it’s not a big deal and that you should get over it. And then sports, your favorite distraction and job, get dragged into it because athletes such as yourself decide to say something antisemitic.

You have a large platform, Meyers. Everyone’s words matter, but especially the words of people with large platforms and followings. People will listen to you, make excuses for you, and even strive to emulate you. Children look up to you. Adults on social media will put morality aside to root for you. I have Jewish friends in Miami who work in sports and grew up as Heat fans. Put yourself in their shoes this week. Some of them might even have to work with you when your suspension is over. When someone with a large platform speaks, more people listen. The proof of that is in the replies my friends and I received when we reacted to your behavior. It showed us how little people care about antisemitism.

I spent so much of this week feeling negative emotions about you, and I’m tired of feeling that way. So instead, here is what I hope for you, Meyers. I hope that you take Julian Edelman up on his offer to talk about Judaism and enjoy a Shabbat meal together. I hope that you go to one of the many Holocaust museums in this country, and take a tour from someone more educated than you. I hope that you read Ray Allen’s piece on why he went to Auschwitz and reach out to him about it; maybe he can even take you there someday. Most of all, I hope that you realize how much your words matter, and how much of an impact you make.

Sincerely,
Diane Sparn

Diane Sparn was born and raised in South Dakota, but adopted Boston sports upon her arrival at Emmanuel College in 1995. In addition to her writings here, she is a Thought Poet, Community Advocate and needlepoint extraordinaire. She now resides in Claremont, New Hampshire with her cat, Blaho.

When is International ‘People In Sports’ Day?

Saturday mornings are for people pretending to care about English professional soccer now, apparently.

I can’t believed they killed Wanda.

Neanderthal is by far the most offensive N-word I can think of.

Hockey Twitter stinks. Sorrey!

Trent Brown seems really excited to play with Tom Brady.

Maybe stop snapping the pills in half, Kyrie?

Cakes are cooking for Pam Oliver, Neneh Cherry, Eva Herzigova, and Belinda Bencic.

Try to name five current Red Sox players. You can’t.

Anyhoo, that Markle broad seems nice.

If Pipkin didn’t get sent off for that bullshite second yellow, they’d be dancing in the streets of Kingston-Upon-Hull.

If only Bill’s other busts could be so easily removed.

Maybe no Fronchy on Opening Day?

Funny for all of Bedard’s supposed sources telling him Jimmy G is ‘Plan A’, no one broke the Trent Brown trade to him.

I wanted to observe the occasion, but I worry that saying “Happy International Women’s Day!” sounds like I’m telling all women everywhere to smile at once.

Titans release cornerback Malcolm Butler, per source.

Dale Arnold has left work with a box more times than Jack Nicholson.

This is true and you can look it up: When Albert Pujols was a rookie, his team also had another rookie named Stubby Clapp.

Does this mean I can’t watch Uncle Drew anymore, Kyrie?

The greatest trick Dart Adams ever pulled was convincing the world he existed.

Are we sure Myers Leonard didn’t mean “you Kiké bitch”?

If you want to do an interview to complain about an insanely rich old lady who has no idea about the struggles of ordinary people, clearly Oprah is your first call.

Clearly Gerry Callahan is a racist who hates gingers.

Say clearly more.

Hey pal, this week’s Phrase that Pays is “Fine honey, we’re going to Sonic. What a life.

I’m not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean.
Philosophy, is a walk on the slippery rocks,
Religion is a light in the fog.

Blehhhhh! Compensatory draft picks! Blehhhh!!

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross died? Back in 2004? This is going to take some time to process.

Biting issues with the Biden dogs? Should have gotten golden retrievers.

Women don’t celebrate themselves enough the other 364 days out of the year.

Well as a kid I read ‘And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street’, and I turned out fine.

Honk if you remember The Maniacal One, Chuck Waseleski.

Leonbergers like #BoldFlavors, too, apparently.

Did Warner Brothers de-sexualize Lola Bunny because of concerns about Kobe Bryant? I’m jus asking the question.

Stay off the ice over the next few days!

Did you know that Cecil Cooper’s middle name was “Celester”? Well, now you do.

Death Cat Mike Holley comes for us all.

That Anya Taylor-Joy gal has quite a mouth on her.

I miss being able to play Entitled Town Bingo.

How do you replace a talent like Danielle Murr? I guess you start by hiring any other woman on the planet who doesn’t want to talk sports.

Radio baseball: a theater of the mind.

Best bet for the weekend: Episode 55 of Josh Marion and Friends featuring Greg Bedard.

material from interviews, wire services, Twitter, other writers, league and team sources, BSMW, definite non-weirdo Bill James and #the15 were used in this column.