A Swift Friday Linkage

Started a new job that has required me to adjust my sleeping patterns, hence we roll out a Lilliputian Friday linkage:

Because Jerr-o just oozes credibility.

A relegated story about the fall of Saigon reaches a new generation, thanks NPR.

Stephen Hawking believes in something far more incredible than spontaneous generation. Takes some serious “wisdom” to make that leap… On a related note, the last sentence of this piece is as sad as it is erroneous.

Your Texas Longhorns kick off the season tomorrow, to quote Dietrich, “I’m as happy as a little girl”.

Et tu, Brute?

A very sensible take on Glenn Beck’s farcical gathering.  Albert Pujols, what were you thinking?

Man encourages 8-year-old to cuss and thus is charged for “impairing the morals of a child”. Not shocked that this happened but I am shocked that the authorities of the Connecticut town have such a charge available to them.

That’s right, he said it. lt had to be said. Somebody got to say it. The Black Crowes’ Chris Robinson took a swipe at Taylor Swift’s talent or lack thereof. Here’s a picture of her from the archives, Kanye is fark’d in, Toth’s son is not,

Imagine There’s No A/C…

It’s easy if you try. This fellow is even more idealistic than John Lennon, and based solely on “Imagine” that’s saying a lot.


♫ Some say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one ♫

Elsewhere around the Internets:

Forget false imprisonment, this momo should be locked up for uttering “Ironing is woman’s work”. Then in prison he can find out that gender roles get a tad blurry…

When an news item contains the phrase “Mexican Clown” it’s not going to be good and it isn’t.

Awesome article on Yankee Mariano Rivera, perhaps the best closer of all time and a seemingly model human being. I know he’s a Yankee but I just can’t bring myself to heap on him the same loathing I have for the rest of his teammates.

More World Cup fall out… Spain welcomes her heroes with style… Paul the Octopus wins something México will never win, a World Cup… Tell us how you really feel Johnny.

A study by the CDC? With collaboration from what, the state of Arizona? The goal of this study is laid bare for anyone willing to connect the dots, someone call Oliver Stone.

Next time you see a “metal detectorist” at the beach, give the man a wide berth.

[Photo Credit: Pixar]

A Hapsburg, LeBron and Martha Stewart Walk Into A Bar…

Carles Puyol (right) who looks like he just stepped out of a Hapsburg family portrait, heads Spain into the World Cup Final. As a descendant of the Hapsburg’s, Puyol will be looking for some payback by cracking some skulls against the Netherlands on Sunday

My guess is that since LeBron James missed not having a signing day presser coming out of high school, he’s making up for lost time with “The Decision”. Great column on the LeBron “saga” that  mercifully ends tonight.

When the folks at NASA aren’t trying to reach out to the Muslim world, they’re conducting valuable research.

Forget Wife Swap, how ’bout an old-fashioned spy swap? Makes me want to re-read The Cardinal of the Kremlin.

So now these “elites” will become embittered and “cling to martini glasses or environmentalism or antipathy towards people who don’t think like them or anti-American sentiment or anti-capitalism sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.” Right POTUS?

Unbelievable pictures of Monterrey in the aftermath of Hurricane Alex.

Holy poncho Batman! Martha Stewart had lengua, easily the most underrated “cut” of beef.

Caught this on PBS last night, I might or might not have almost shed a tear because of Jackie’s courage in the face of such bitter hatred.

[Photo Credit: Stuart Franklin/Getty Images Europe]

Somebody Get The Queen A Lime!

That and a good bottle of Scotch to get over her well-compensated subjects’ shoddy performance at the World Cup.

Speaking of which, the Argentina v. Germany showdown looms large this Saturday. The verbal broadsides being taken by players on both sides (not to mention Maradona) guarantee that the contest will be an epic grudge match. Can’t wait.

Finally, Vlad Guerrero busted up his former team last night to the tune of 4-for-4 with a Grand Slam and a solo shot. You think the fact that they didn’t want to resign him last off season might have motivated the man?

In case you’re wondering about the post’s title, this should help.

Farewell Ken Griffey Jr.

Back in the late 80s, like most boys my age, I was cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs about baseball. I enjoyed Little League immensely, my dad didn’t have to push me into it, I sincerely loved it.

In turn, I also loved MLB. Back then I could tell you who was the starting shortstop for any team in either the National or American league. So naturally I fell into collecting baseball cards, a past time which has since gone the way of Mark McGwire’s credibility (he along with fellow Oakland Athletic and cheater, Jose Canseco, were 2 of my favorite players).

As anyone who collected back then, the golden fleece, the unobtanium, the crown jewel of any young boy’s collection was Upper Deck’s 1989 Ken Griffey Jr. rookie card.

If memory serves me correct it was priced at (for the time) a whopping $100. Now, according to this well-crafted piece, you can get it on eBay at “prices ranging from $15 to $300″.

Sadly, I was never able to “pull” one despite purchasing numerous packs. Elation surely found me when I did “pull” the less-valuable Donruss version.

I was also pretty geeked to pick up Upper Deck’s 1990 Griffey Jr. card for a few bucks at a local store. Needless to say, before I saw the man play in a Major League game I knew this guy must be something special.

And he was and this week he announced he is retiring from the game he loves. Due to a variety of factors, I didn’t get to watch him play very much but the few times I did, his fluidity and grace were clearly evident. The boyish zeal and perpetual smile on his face was infectious.

Not to mention his eye-dropping and freakish abilities at the plate and on the field.

Griffey’s star shone brighter as the years passed and the McGwire’s, Sosa’s, A-Rod’s and Canseco’s of the baseball world besmirched the game with their tainted feats.

Here’s to you, Mr. Griffey and the mirth you brought to the game we and for navigating clear of the lures of performance enhancing drugs.

Here’s a great piece on Griffey Jr.’s retirement from the Seattle Times:

The joy was gone, and now so is The Kid

Sammy Sosa to the Rescue in Arizona

As previously blogged about here, a law in Arizona will give police officers the power to ask people for proof that they are in this country legally.

The officers will not ask everyone for this proof but only those individuals whom they “reasonably suspect” are here illegally. No doubt this will have to do mainly with the swarthy complexion of some of my paisanos.

So if you don’t have “papers”, live in Arizona and spend most of your time mowing lawns (even those of anti-immigrant people) what are you to do to avoid being profiled put in a difficult spot?

In comes former MLBer Sammy Sosa. Slammin’ Sammy, whose “inability” to speak English before Congress and dark complexion would raise all sorts of suspicion where he to reside in Arizona, could lend a helping hand to those ‘suspicious’ folk there.

How? Well by endorsing and selling whichever of Prof. Snape’s potion he used to “cleanse” his mug:

With Sammy’s Salve, some of my hard-working paisanos can continue to do the jobs no one else will without having to worry about la chota getting all up in their business.

Taylor Swift Takes a Picture with the Son of Toth

Confession:   I can’t name a single Taylor Swift song.

I knew who she was (the country singer who always looks like she’s about to sneeze) before Kanye West humiliated the poor girl before a national television audience. Kanye’s act that night, though earning him Presidential scorn, catapulted the man into “legend” status, particularly among the Swift Haters. Predictably his showmanship went viral, see here.

Well now, potentially, it is the affable Ms. Swift who might be in some hot water:

Taylor Swift in racism row after posing with fan wearing swastika daubed on shirt

And because we’re not exempt here at Last Row from succumbing to the occasional viral campaign (it is flu season), like a Yankee batter facing Cliff Lee, I just couldn’t lay off:

Taylor Swift

The Men In Blue Like Those Yankees

I know MLB wants the Yankees to get to the Series but this is ridiculous:

Yankees

[Original photo credit: Robert Beck/SI]

This is the play in which third base umpire Scott McClellan (on the left, “donning” Yankee gear) made a call that made Don Denkinger blush.

Jimmy Kimmel Does the Unthinkable

Here’s the proof:

I heard one of the local sports radio guys grill POTUS for wearing jeans at the All-Star Game. Huh?

The anti-jean rant made me think of a scathing column conservative pundit George Will wrote against America’s love affair with blue jeans:

Forever in Blue Jeans

Get a grip folks, it’s just denim.

As for the ceremonial first pitch, I know 44′s throw to the plate was as pretty and fluid as 43′s jump shot.

Comparing Barack Obama to Royalty

No, the post does not refer to the endless and erroneous comparisons to Camelot, the closest America has had to even a hint of royalty.

The comparison is to Princess Di and it came in one of the 2 columns referenced here.

Both of these pieces ran in the UK’s Daily Mail, quick someone cue up Paperback Writer!

One piece is written by Peter Hitchens (below)

The night we waved goodbye to America… our last best hope on Earth

peter-hitchens
To paraphrase Brian Giles, “his brother’s Christopher”

Whether or not Mr. Hitchens’ laid it on a little thick with the column’s title can only be ascertained after reading his opinion. I thought he made a couple of keen and dispassionate observations.

Here’s the intro to the column,

Anyone would think we had just elected a hip, skinny and youthful replacement for God, with a plan to modernise Heaven and Hell – or that at the very least John Lennon had come back from the dead.

The swooning frenzy over the choice of Barack Obama as President of the United States must be one of the most absurd waves of self-deception and swirling fantasy ever to sweep through an advanced civilisation. At least Mandela-worship – its nearest equivalent – is focused on a man who actually did something.

I really don’t see how the Obama devotees can ever in future mock the Moonies, the Scientologists or people who claim to have been abducted in flying saucers. This is a cult like the one which grew up around Princess Diana, bereft of reason and hostile to facts.

It can be argued that Obamamania hasn’t been described any better than this.

The second piece is by Liz Jones and it focuses on our future First Lady, Michelle Obama.
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