New rule: If you’re struggling to reach a milestone, invite me to your next game. Barry Bonds couldn’t manage to hit #714 to tie Babe Ruth’s mark for 40 at-bats, until my trip to the Bay Area last May put me in Oakland to play the role of Bondsian talisman. He hit one within a half hour of our being in the same park. This weekend I went back to work and aided the recently homerless Alex Rodriguez climb into the 500 Club — he waited 29 at-bats for me to cheer him on in person. The lesson here is I am, apparently, a human rabbit’s foot…and I can be bought. On the cheap, too.
Beisbol aside, let’s take a look at The Week That Was ’round these parts…
- Hepatitis A outbreaks and “group hoots” rank among the Top 10 reasons we’ll miss the String Cheese Incident when they’re gone
- Wanna watch some honest guy jerk it for a ticket to see Godsmack?
- The Police have stopped sucking as they play more show together
- The always-awesome Sharon Jones goes dip-dappin’ with Denzel
- Ah, fuck the Dolans — Joe Walsh really needs to go away
- Poster Maven Jim Pollock gets all Willy Wonka on us
- The inaugural Echo Project announces an old-school festy lineup
- And don’t forget to cup the balls: We’ve got some love for your iPod in our MP3 Boot Camp and Grousing The Aisles departments
Tommy Glavine woulda been smart to fly me to Chicago for tonight’s game…
