Of Common Sense, Twin Sisters and Crapulous Mass
Sorry, forgot. Was it the deadspin.com or nospinzone.com that made everybody’s weekend?
Wait a minute..nospinzone, that’s Billy O’Reilly…or Keith Olberman. Or is it Ann Coulter or Rachel Maddow. Never can remember which one is Coulter and which one is Maddow – are they twin sisters? – although do know one reveres Joe McCarthy and the other Robert Redford.
The Sting was a great movie.
So Mr. Gore, how’s your invention doing so far? Oops, that’s right. This is an internet company, better be careful, and not sure if it’s time to blog or tweet.
Actually blogging goes back to the foundations of American journalism in Colonial days when everybody had their own pamphlet and Ben Franklin – with Poor Richard’s Almanac – was one of the first bloggers and Tom Paine had them all stirred up with Common Sense.
“These are the times that try men’s souls” wrote Tommy in one of his pre-internet blogs and he was probably more Maddow than Coulter it sounds like. Apparently he had a few commenters himself to deal with as one guy suggested that without monarchy America would “degenerate to democracy” and John Adams suggested Common Sense was “crapulous mass.”
Crapulous mass? Think somebody once said that about the Mailbag.
Big difference between now and then: Paine and Franklin didn’t have photos taken at the Raleigh Tavern although it seems that Ben – besides being the greatest person to ever step foot on the North American continent – might very well have found his way to deadspin or nospinzone. Don’t think Billy and Ben would have liked each other.
Such radicals, those Founding Fathers, don’t you know.
So Josh Hamilton made a trip to the Raleigh Tavern, or whatever the establishment was called and the night was captured for posterity for judgment by one and all, or at least those who know how to surf.
I’ll pass. Have to get ready for Friday Happy Hour at the Elysian Fields Bar & Grill. We all have our issues, which is why somebody sang “It’s five o’clock somewhere,” although 7:05 p.m. CT is still the best time of day to forget all else.
Sorry, what did we all decide on Vicente Padilla? How do Billy and the Twin Sisters feel about that one? Man, it’s a quick trip from Pitcher of the Year to ex-Teammate of the Year. It’s also a long time between January and August as pitcher and outfielder both realize
Of course most root for Hamilton – except for a few Raleigh Tavern patrons who find their way to the bleacher seats and spout much crapulous mass. Hamilton just looks like a grownup Huckleberry Finn 15 years after the trip down the river with Jim and certainly all signs still point to happy ending although there is no Yellow Brick Road in baseball these days and one becomes numb at the carnage.
Jaded even, but this is Arlington where they rejoice in the arrival of Holland, Andrus and Feliz but don’t forget that Pudge plays for the Houston Astros. Tonight we are in Cleveland, the last place Juan Gonzalez was seen on a Major League field.
Wrote Roger Kahn, “Losing after great striving is the story of man, who was born to sorrow, whose sweetest songs tell of saddest thoughts.”
Or maybe he just blogged that. Crapulous mass seems about right.