Friday, October 19, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Tribe on Warpath...
"Damn Yankees" defeated!
Victorious because of their righteousness and holiness (and some pretty good pitching...and then there were those clutch hits), the Cleveland Indians celebrate, tastefully at The House
That Ruth Built. The Old Curmudgeon is reminded of an old boss that used to advise him that he Tribe could never really enter the post-season because they "can't beat the Yankees." It seemed he was right at the time. This recent turn of events is causing The Curmudgeon to review many of this fellow's other (many and varied) pronouncements.
The Old Curmudgeon acknowledges that staying up half the night listening to the rather faint radio signal trying it's best to reach Indiana from WTAM in Cleveland has left him rather fatigued today. Perhaps that couch in the office this afternoon if things are slow...
Victorious because of their righteousness and holiness (and some pretty good pitching...and then there were those clutch hits), the Cleveland Indians celebrate, tastefully at The House
That Ruth Built. The Old Curmudgeon is reminded of an old boss that used to advise him that he Tribe could never really enter the post-season because they "can't beat the Yankees." It seemed he was right at the time. This recent turn of events is causing The Curmudgeon to review many of this fellow's other (many and varied) pronouncements.The Old Curmudgeon acknowledges that staying up half the night listening to the rather faint radio signal trying it's best to reach Indiana from WTAM in Cleveland has left him rather fatigued today. Perhaps that couch in the office this afternoon if things are slow...
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