you know i'm right

ok, i know it's horrible, but does anyone else long for the days before jeff tweedy got his life in order?

rusty cage, motherfucker!

when college started i was wound really tight. but i always knew there was a streak down inside. one that had been carefully managed. anyway, the year 1992 was the beginning of my wilder side. the wolf was loose. anyway, here's the point...RUSTY CAGE, MOTHERFUCKER! grab a mix tape from the summer of 1992 and chances are good that you can find this among those tapes made for you by your very cool buddy who had a radio show. if not, then your friends sucked and you missed the point.

bad blood lives!

fight!!! a good old fashioned brouhaha! a dust-up! an honest-to-goodness donnybrook! i've always loved a good baseball fight. and what passes today for a solid "incident" tends to be a really low-level kerfluffal. and i should also say that this was definitely not a brawl. but i must say i am really enjoying the testy nature of tonight's phillies-marlins game. there is truly intense dislike between these two teams, bad blood (YES!) and it's bubbling pretty intensely in the airlock. nice to see some baseball with balls.