The real National League Wild Card: Weather

There's an old joke (the monetary denominations should give you an idea just how old) that goes like this:

"Twenty-five cents a piece for bagels! That's an outrage! Moisewitz sells bagels for twenty cents."
"Nu, so buy from Moisewitz."
"I can't; he's out of bagels."
"Ah! When I'm out of bagels, I also sell them for twenty cents a piece!"

The days when the NLCS is rained out, I watch it at Crew.

The bouncer asked if I wanted to put my name down for a table (at 7 p.m.!) and I said, "It depends where they're showing the baseball game." And whaddya know? There was no baseball game! So I ended up watching the football Cardinals rather than the baseball Cardinals. But the smoke was getting to me and I bailed out at halftime when the hometown favourites were losing 20-0. As a result, I missed the spectacular finish. I also wasn't paying attention at the beginning of the game, so I missed the part of the openning ceremonies where Da Mare SACRIFICED TWO BLONDE VIRGINS AND BATHED THE END ZONE IN THEIR BLOOD. I mean, really, how else do you explain that comeback? Divine intervention? No, the whole season so far has "DEAL WITH SATAN" etched all over it in man-high eldritch glyphs.

Dydd gŵyl I: Dawnsio

Roedd y prynhawn yn y Canolfan Treftadaeth Wyddeleg-Americanaidd yn eitha hyfryd. Does dim llawer treftadaeth gymreig 'da ni (dim ond snowy_owlet all profi bodolaeth hynafiad Cymreig heb os nac onibai), ond o frwdfrydedd oes hen ddigon. Pan gyrraeddon ni roedd y dawnswyr yn gorffen yn fuan. Er hynny, daethon ni ddim yn rhy hwyr i ddysgu dawnsio! Fe ymafles i yn Cyw Dylluan fel cymares heb gwybod bod hi'n lawr mor dibrofiad â fi. Ta beth doedd dim ots, achos mod i ddim yn dawnsio 'da hi: Dawnswragedd o'r cylch dawns oedd 'nghymeriaid i'n. Dysgon nhw i ni tair dawns gymreig, ond dw i'n cofio dim ond un enw, "Nyth y Gog". Synnes i wrth weld prilicla ac lhn yn dawnsio'r dair i gyd 'da ni. Do'n ni ddim yn hanner drwg. (Fel wedodd snowy_owlet ar ôl i hen wraig greinio: "It wasn't one of us who fell down.")

An open letter to the Mets bullpen

dear Mets

we stil hae some guys in on our tema who haventl goten any homeruns from u guys yet not many and mostly pitchers i know but maybe u could do smething about it when u r bck in new York k thx

love u guys

a fan (not ur fan but still a big fan)