Possumblog

I wouldn't buy peanuts from A-Rod. The purple lipstick would freak me out too much. You want a real peanut man, get Jonathan Papelbon. Nothing like 92 mph peanuts to liven up the game.

Look, it was all I could do to think of one baseball player--don't be confusing me with more names!

This is not pleasing to me. I've emailed this to both the owners and editors in charge. The Red Star (Star Tribune) is the dominant paper here in the twin cities but that like buggy whips is become moot.

It does seem particularly bone-headed. But such is the way of fossils.

I wasn't squeezing out too many crocodile tears for po' ol' Jimmy. Lileks is sufficiently talented and has enough noteriety that he could find other gainful well-paying employment. I mean, come on, he gets to take naps nearly every day. How bad can that be?

Plus I don't feel too bad for a guy who changes out his fridge because it starts getting a little louder than near-silent, or someone who has at least two multi-media centers, regularly orders DVD sets from Amazon and worries about syncing up all of his remotes. Not that I'm jealous or nuttin' ...

Oh, he'll do fine, I'm sure--it's more the shock that any employer could be that blind to the talent they've got.

But then again, if that were the truly the case, there wouldn't be a market for Dilbert cartoons.