Another year, gone and done. Things happened, and now those things are part of the annals of history—no, I said annals, with two Ns, not, never mind. We got a lot to do in this final Friday post, so let's get it started.
I want to start off by congratulating everybody
In honor of [Door Flies Open]’s third “anniversary” (the site was here before, but… you know), the writing staff… nearly forgot about it. In a way, I feel that's a good thing because it means we've been around for a little while. But once we realized the moment upon us,
I promise to keep it shorter this time!
Yes, end of April, time for another Hot Sauce Expo excursion to Brooklyn. Though abridged since I taught in the morning and afternoon, and I drove there and parking was… eh, not the worst I've experienced. Thank goodness it was Sunday so no
It's a rainy Sunday noonish, and a man with a violin is finishing his teaching for the day. Yes, of course it's Senor Weaselo, who else would it be?
Senor: All right, done for the day. Maybe I'll get a bagel and a haircut?
His phone starts ringing and popping up on the
Yes, I know, I know, it's football season and therefore nothing else matters, and you don't see the Canadian Commentist Contingent doing a hockey post for tomorrow (to my knowledge…), but the least I can do is see this through, right?
First question, how did I do?
Preseason picks: BOS, TOR,
(The terrifying truth, of course, was the steroids.)
And now, I think it's the news!
Only 59 days until football! Real football! That counts in the standings! 24 days until I Can't Believe It's Football, the Hall of Fame Game! And 12 days until the first team's first practice! (That would
(Electric Boogaloo didn't quite cut it, nor did The Quickening. Maybe Back 2 Tha Hood but that doesn't work for Greenpoint, too hipster… where was I? Oh yeah.)
So another year, another expo, another evening and following day of gastrointestinal discomfort, all that good stuff. I don't have to give as
Nope? I guess I better get to it.
/puts on Yankees cap
/gets pelted with… rubber chickens? Come on, you guys, I'm worth more than Svengoolie!
/gets pelted with whole raw chickens
That's better. Anyway, the baseball season starts in a couple hours and resident Master of Sexymonies theeWeeBabySeamus is unable to reprise his duties
Good afternoon #SportsFans. A couple days ago Seamus went over the first two pools of the World Baseball Classic, baseball's answer to the World Cup that deserves partial credit because I guess some people care? You know, like us addicts who miss baseball dearly and can't wait for Opening Day in April