I’m just going to pretend Bruce Springsteen owns the Patriots. That’s my plan.
@lmontville
Aging Boy Sportswriter. (OK, Aged Boy Sportswriter.) Boston Globe. Sports Illustrated. Ten Books, three that somehow became NYT bestsellers. Authority on practically nothing. Interested in almost everything. Always walk toward the music and bright lights.
I’m just going to pretend Bruce Springsteen owns the Patriots. That’s my plan.
The Board of Peace looks like an international version of the World Football League.
Forty-one years. Have I lost or gained brain cells in that time? I say stayed the same.
I have no proof - none, whatsoever - but I have thought for a long time that Kawhi Leonard types of secret deals off the books have been a part of professional sports for a salary cap while. It's all too easy, the talk about 'the hometown discount.'
Maybe on the bounce.
Uh-huh.
Spike Lee hasn’t had an erection like this since high school.
Boston, Massachusetts, April 5, 2025: Important interview of Stable Genius.
Absolutely.
In the waning moments of all basketball games when the color announcer says ‘they don’t need a three here, just a good shot’ the trailing team really needs a three here, not just a good shot. Truth.
Definitely NOT.
It depresses me that I have to root against the stock market to show what a boob our president is.
Heinz.
POLITICAL SCIENCE (American Version): We grow up wanting to be Popeye. We don’t grow up wanting to be Bluto.
The stench from this White House already was overwhelming. And today they took the lid off the garbage can.
Even J. Edgar Hoover is throwing up in his dark corner of The Afterlife.
Exactly. Sad to see.
Knowledge is power…
Still not a month yet.
RFK Jr. is on the job. Round up the leeches and let the bloodletting begin.
A penny for your thoughts. Oh, wait a minute...
Someone should mention 1981 and the PATCO strike when Ronald Reagan fired 11,000 union air controllers and replaced them with scabs off the street. That was a key page in the Republican playbook.
There are no rules in this no man’s land between Christmas & New Years.
Read all night! Don’t finish a book! Read three books at once!
Just go nuts.
“Where are the reporters of yesteryear,” he muttered, “the nail-biting, acerbic, alcoholic nighthawk bastards who truly knew how to write?” - The Shipping News, Annie Proulx
Could two followers please copy and re-post this tweet to show that someone is always there?
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RIP Jim Donaldson, 73, former Providence Journal sports columnist. He was ferocious and funny, a fine combination. He'd give you his opinion, even if you didn't want to hear it. That was the fun. He will be missed.
You get a nice shiver listening to this.
Don’t you love how everyone smiles during the many commercials for these diet drugs while the announcer reads three pages of possible dire outcomes? He always finishes with suicide.
The Golden At-Bat sounds like a concept developed in late-night conversation at Mar-a-Lago.
I’ll say this for the NFL: it hasn’t sold off the field of play for the super-imposed cyber ads that are now part of the presentation for the NHL, the NBA and MLB. Hockey has become almost unwatchable with this stuff. Cars are driving around the boards.