Jazzmoose

You can't argue with Callahan!

This is such a great idea, and one I've never thought of before, but it would make a fantastic movie. I'm sure Hollywood would ruin it by adding an epilogue where Jordon and his son (never made clear in the book if it is his or not) have a touching meeting over a Grand Slam at a Denny's. You know Hollywood can't let that one pass. You're right, of course; if it was made, the result would most likely be very disappointing.

Ask 'em what their Organissimo handle is first...

Maybe it's my bad memory, but I thought this was the case from the start, not just after The Royal Scam.

Putting ketchup on a hot dog is fucking stupid. You're welcome.

Killy to Bono? Ouch! Marty Feldman Tim Brooke-Taylor Graham Chapman ...but try telling that to kids today.

I'd love to see an adapation of Pat Jordan's A False Spring, but who would make such a movie?

To borrow from the cliche, you can make the best buggy whip in the world, but you can't make it relevant.

I've always been a fan of Steely Dan, and jazz has been stealing from them ever since Horace Silver built that damned time machine.

Violet Beauregarde Augustus Gloop Veruca Salt

The Walrus Chumley Stanley Livingston

Peel Peel Andy Warhol

Well, I'd say the Islanders aren't that overjoyed about it either...

Roy Batty Dennis Nutt Crazy Horse

Well...only seven Presidents' Trophy winners have won the Cup, while five have been eliminated in the first round, so there's certainly no guarantee for them.

Yeah, I know; the NHL isn't exactly big on this board, but with the Sharks clinching a spot and looking like this might be the year, you'll all have to suffer through a post or two of it, anyway...

At this point, Bonds could confess, and Goodspeak would call him a liar...

Quincy, M.E. Columbo McMillan

I tell ya, I don't get no erect...

I don't know why, but he always struck me as someone who should have been a bigger star than he was.

Wait...wouldn't that make it less likely to hit homers? Or is bat size the only issue?

I'd love to see it as well; sounds like I'd appreciate it a lot more than that Joan Crawford abomination. (Not to blame it on Crawford; it wasn't her fault that apparently no one involved had read the book.)

Our Man Flint The President's Analyst John H. Mallory

I feel the same way about Suzanne Pleshette...