My Sick Mind

It's over. The annual exhibition game that is designed to make us misty-eyed over baseball's past and present. This year, it was designed to make us misty-eyed over that and the fact that they're tearing down an American icon - Yankee Stadium. I've never been much of a Yankees fan. In fact, I sort of enjoy it when they lose because it makes them angry because they think they're supposed to win. Since the team can't be counted on to win, the owner figured that the next best thing is a building that will consistently win. [That way, you don't have to count on the team] They're tearing down Yankee Stadium and putting up another one right next door, only this one will have expensive luxury boxes and seats behind home plate that will cost more than some people earn in a week. That's a winner, and I'm not the least bit misty-eyed about it. Television however, is in the business of making us think that something is more important than it really is,...

Ralphie : Oooh fuuudge! Ralphie as Adult : [narrating] Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said the word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word! Ralphie as Adult : [narrating] It was all over - I was dead. What would it be? The guillotine? Hanging? The chair? The rack? The Chinese water torture? Mere child's play compared to what surely awaited me . - "A Christmas Story" "A Christmas Story" takes place in 1940. The "f-dash-dash-dash word" was only slightly more taboo than it is now. It's used in polite conversation, in anger and happiness, on the performance stage, movies and TV. Well, not so much on TV. At least until Monday night. That'll teach me not to watch the Home Run Derby. Our boy, Chase Utley uttered it in response to getting booed by some displaced Mets fans in Yankee Stadium during the introductions of the Home Run Derby. Did you hear it or did you need the subtitles? I thi...