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Yankees fans, rejoice!
Word came down from Big Stein today that Mother Torresa will remain on
as the Yankee's manager. My question is:
why, Joe, why? Why would you want to put
up with that stark raving mad lunatic in the front office, when you could easily
have a dozen job offers at the drop of a hat? Why deal with all the media scrutiny, not to
mention all the prima donnas in the locker room? If I were Torre, I'd be outta there in a
heartbeat. Screw Big Stein.
The manager position is the least of the Yankee's
worries. Now if they could just get rid
of A-Fraud...
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| The Giants defeated the Iggles 30-24 in overtime this past Sunday.
Ordinarily, I would be engaged in full-fledged gloating by now.
oaksusu and yellowinter would still be hearing from me. After one of
the biggest comebacks in Giants history, in a must-win
game against a hated division opponent, what's not to like?
But something funny happened on the way to schadenfreude...
As I thought about those poor, beleaguered Iggles fans, I came to
realize that this gut-wrenching game - as bad as it was - is really
just a microcosm of each and every Iggles season. With trepidation, I
began to enter the mindset of Iggles fans everywhere. Is this what
it's like to know that each year your team will inevitably choke it
away in the final seconds? Is this what it feels like to get
sucker-punched at the end of every season? Is that Swoop sitting next
to me here in the ninth circle of hell?
Yikes. I came to realize that downtrodden Iggles fans are not to be mocked. They
are to be extolled as long-suffering saints. They are to be to be
coddled, much like small infants who cannot fathom the cruel realities
of this unforgiving world. They are, to borrow a phrase from the Good
Book, "of all men the most pitied."
In the words of Rodney King (who surely must have been an Iggles fan): "Can we all get along?"
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| Internal Medicine Boards are in the rearview mirror, finally. My
last act in clinical medicine...this trained monkey is done jumping
through hoops, at least for now.
So why take the boards if I'm not going to practice medicine? I
think of it like being about 25-1/2 miles into the Boston
Marathon. Even though you've been sucking wind since mid-way
through, and even though you've just been passed by a group of
chain-smoking 80-year olds, you keep going and you finish the
race. Why? BECAUSE YOU CAN, that's why. You owe it to
the race, and you owe it to yourself. It's just that
simple. Assuming I pass (perhaps a big assumption), I think
it's well worth the time and money to put the proper punctuation on my
medical career.
So with all the fun and games out of the way, I'll be focusing on my
real job: making the kid smile. He's always had a variety of
facial expressions, but never really in response to anything we did or
didn't do - it just seemed random. But now we think he's figured out
how to smile in response to what's going on around him. For
example...
This is before story time:
...and after story time:
Before bath time:
...and after bath time:
...and of course, the best time of all:
Momma-time!
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Nobody Knows
By Y�ya Yagira, Ayu Kitaura, Hiei Kimura, Momoko Shimizu, Hanae Kan, You, Kazumi Kushida, Yukiko Okamoto, Sei Hiraizumi, Ryo Kase, Takako Tate, Yuichi Kimura, Kenichi Endo, Susumu Terajima
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Saw this excellent film a little while ago, and I'm still haunted by it. It's based on the true
story of several Japanese children who were abandoned in a Tokyo apartment by their irresponsible
mother in 1988. NB: this ain't exactly a Japanese remake
of Home Alone. Writer/director Kore-eda Hirokazu chronicles, documentary-style,
the meager existence of the abandoned children as the family is held together
by the eldest son, 14 year old Akira (played by Yuya Yagira, who won the Best
Actor Award at Cannes
for his remarkable performance). The four
young children slide deeper and deeper into poverty, as first the electricity,
then the gas, then the water are cut off.
They survive on ramen noodles and sheer willpower, fully expecting the
return of their wayward mother. Despite
numerous setbacks, they maintain their dignity and a semblance of family life. The ending is bleak
and yet somehow hopeful - I won't spoil it for those who haven't seen it. An extraordinary and tender movie, but devastating in its effect. It's a powerful reminder of both the
selfishness of adults and the resiliency of children. Two thumbs way up.
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Dear Red Sox:
Due
to your most recent stretch of craptastic play, I no longer have any interest
in watching a team that continually achieves new levels of suckitude as you
have. It didn't have to be this way (see
my earlier post), but you made it so. No
more staying up late to watch your west coast games, no more
nail-biting while I await the inevitable bullpen implosion each and
every night.
You've really done it this time. If you somehow hapen to string together a few wins and get back in this thing, you know where to find me.
On the bright side: my chances of passing the medicine boards just
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