Dan Gould

Oops. my bad. But I'm not the Pooh-person my wife is, to me it looked like Tony saying "tastes GGGGREEEEAAAATTTT!"

You missed it when it was "live". It was a still photo of the two goobers and Tony The Frosted Flakes Tiger bounds in and grabs Roy in his mouth. Don't know why it got screwed up, but I'm glad I showed it to my wife before it did.

What Brad said. This is 100%, no fucking doubt about it, Grady Fucking Little's fault. Counting the number of times he should have taken Pedro out is like counting the number of times the Sox went to two strikes in Game Six of the '86 World Series. 1. Before the 8th inning started. 2. When he realized how many lefties were coming to the plate after Jeter. 3. After Williams' hit made it 5-3. 4. Etcetera, etcetera, AD FUCKING NAUSEUM. Grady Little should keep a tape of this game handy for the rest of his worthless life, so that when his children's children ask why he never managed in the major leagues again, he can cue up the 8th inning. The Yankees should vote Grady Little a full fucking World Series share. Yankee fans are cordially, respectfully and sincerely invited to EAT SHITANDDIE

Brad, Let's just say that Mrs. Gould is working (and despite the fact that she's a Sox fan too, she is glad she is) and the dog will be given the opportunity to stay as far away from me as possible. I'm not worried about sharp objects, but I will refrain from eating anything during the game. The last time that happened, during the A's series, I ended up discovering just how much of a splotch an apple will leave when it explodes off the wall. I'm kidding. Maybe.

Same here ... it gets funnier everytime I see it! Thanks for the laugh, Chris, on this dark day in Cubbie Land.

Just stumbled across one, from the Byrd/Watkins Transition Sessions: "Little Rock Getaway" by Joe Sullivan

Brad, I put fate third in the list because there's nothing else you can use to describe that ill-fated foul pop up. But I do NOT blame fate for the final result. The Cubs had their chances and didn't perform. You can compare Beckett and Willis to Prior and Wood when either one of them put up the results that Wood and Prior have. Willis for one often looked like a high Double A pitcher late in the season and in the play-offs. Let's see them match Wood or Prior before we announce them their equals.

I disagree. Clement and Zambrano are the equal of every Marlins starter except Beckett. Properly managed, Prior and Wood would make the difference in a seven game series against anyone. In fact, if the Cubs had won game six, everyone would be saying how they're in such great shape, with Wood to start game 1 with plenty of rest and Prior ready to go for game 2. A world championship was laid out there for the Cubs, but Baker, the error by the shortstop, and fate were against them. In that order. As far as talent goes, the Cubs will reach the World Series with this same lineup, give or take a reliever or two, long before the Marlins ever do. Take that to the bank.

I disagree, Brad. The Marlins won game seven largely because of managing. Just as he left Prior out too long in game six, Baker left Wood out too long in game seven, while McKeon had little patience and got pitchers out of there before they could do too much damage to the cause. Where the heck was Clement or Zambrano? Certainly Clement should have been the very first guy out of the pen-he had what, three days rest, and threw a beauty in Game four? Some pitchers start on three days rest!

http://www.memorylanerecords.com is giving a 50% discount on all purchases of $100 or more, through November 15, through the website only. Not sure how I got on their list, and looking the stock over they aren't cheap, but 50% off certainly will bring their prices into the more-than-acceptable area, if not better. Use this code at shipping to get the discount: L1934Nne First one I noticed that has me wondering is ADDERLEY, CANNONBALL CHILD'S INTRODUCTION TO JAZZ, A on Wonderland. Even for $24 it would have to be really special, so I'm more curious about this one than interested. Anyway, happy searching, I'm sure there are a few gems that will add up to $100.

Listened yesterday, a very fine comp., but extremely hard. Tunes were recognized if not identified and I have an idea or two about players but not a single "gimme". So, I'll probably give it another close listen and then start the festivities on Friday, or else wait til Monday and give it a third listen on the road to Clearwater, where I plan to see a great band, you might have heard of them, Organissimo!

I'll second Brownie's call. I got my copy of "Amen" from the Groove in LP form, and for some reason I want to say that they've gotten other copies, maybe its been reissued somewhere?

Jim, The one in response to mine, or was there a later one? I plan to make my way to the stage, come hell or highwater, so hopefully we'll at least get to say howdy and chat for a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat, although if the Sox win tonite, I got an appointment I gotta make at 8 pm! See ya Saturday!

Brutal. Just brutal. And heartwrenching for me and my Dad, as we had spoken since May of a Red Sox-Cubs WS. After the Sox forced game seven I gave him a quick call just to say, "we're both a game away from the dream. Let's get it done" and when Alou hit the homer, I thought it was. But the difference was the Marlins pulled out all the stops, turning to practically every pitcher they had to try to stifle the Cubbies, and the Cubs felt like they had to ride Wood all the way, just like they did with Prior. And I do not see how game seven was a choke at all. Wood had nothing left, and the bullpen couldn't keep it close enough, those last two runs were just killers. On the positive side, the Cubs are going to be a good team for a long while. They need to add a couple of arms to the bullpen, maybe resign Flash Gordon? And add a bat. I'd love to see Sheffield hitting behind Sammy, but Alou has another year to go on his contract. ************** Meanwhile, what does this mean for the kharma of tonite's game seven? Does it show that cursed teams find a way to lose and another chapter will be written in the Book of Misery? Or do the Marlins prove that it *can* be done, you can go into the heavily favored opponent's park and win back-to-back with backs to the wall? It will depend on: What kind of stuff Martinez has. If he can toss 93 MPH fastballs early, it means he's begun to recover from his 130 pitch A's outing and should be very tough. Is Wakefield ready to be the hero, and how long can he do it? Pedro is a seven inning pitcher nowadays, but if Wake can pitch seven and eight and that saves Timlin and Williamson for the ninth, we'll have a chance. And its gotta be tough to go from Pedro's assortment of pitches to a 65 mph knuckler! And finally, do the hits keep coming? Of course, Clemens will have a lot to say about that. Can there be any better way to "reverse the curse"? Game seven, Yankee Stadium, Roger Clemens on the mound? If they win this, I don't think it will matter what happens with Florida, the season will be a wondrous one.

Un FREAKING believable! The Sox finally get out the whooping sticks and mash about 18 hits and 9 runs, kill the non-Rivera bullpen for a stunning two-run down comeback win and we're staring square at Pedro vs Rocket, Game Seven, Yankee Stadium. The only reason I have hope to complete this miracle is precisely the fact that the bats came out of hibernation today, with every slumping player getting into the act, including Nomar, Manny, Ortiz, Millar and Mueller. If they can keep it up tomorrow, I like our chances, especially if Wakefield is available to follow Pedro. And hey, who knows, maybe we don't have to actually win it. This game might get so ugly in the stands, maybe we'll win on a forfeit And meanwhile, in Chi-town, Kerry Wood just crushed a three run homer to tie it up. GO CUBS!!!!

From today's Times: FIJI: A POSTPRANDIAL APOLOGY Residents of a mountain village where an English missionary was killed and eaten in 1867 will offer an apology to the man's descendants, local media reported. The only known white victim of islands once called the Cannibal Isles, the Rev. Thomas Baker of the London Missionary Society was killed by villagers on Viti Levu, the largest of Fiji's islands, because he rudely touched a chief's head and was subsequently cooked. The Pacific Islands News Association said Chief Ratu Filimoni Wawabalavu had invited Mr. Baker's descendants for the apology. It is still considered rude in Fiji to touch another's head without permission.

Funny, for me, Harmon's voice is also the clincher ... for Hennessey! On top of which, as an actress, Angie Harmon is a fine model.

I have a feeling that after the LC Series are over, I'll be in Margaritaville. Where's that damn drunken stupor wastin away again smilie?

Hell yes, Schiraldi stunk. And he was the best we had for that situation. Again, talent. As for the Yankees, what 185 million dollar payroll? I bet it tops 200 just to keep the Sox off of them. But we'll see if Pettite goes home to Texas and Wells to San Diego. Of course, winning has a way of overwhelming other considerations. So if the Yankees are somehow stopped, I bet Pettite and Wells will be gone, along with the entire front office and hopefully, Torre too.

I disagree completely. No one playing today played in '86. The manager wanted Buckner on the field for the last inning, ignoring the fact that Dave Stapleton was his defensive replacement in every game they won. Schiraldi was in the minors with Kevin Mitchell and they talked about how they'd deal with each other if they ever faced off with the game on the line, and Schiraldi actually followed that script, throwing a crappy slider that Mitchell wacked for the first basehit of the inning. Yes, the Yankees have cornered the market in confidence they will win but that doesn't mean that Nomar and Manny are standing up there saying "oh my God I can't take this pressure, millions of people relying on little old me. And anyway, we're fated to lose, so let me just wiff at this fastball so I can head back to California/Miami." The Yankees have superior pitching and our hitters have, not entirely coincidentally, gone into a funk. That's what good pitching does. With the Yankees losing Clemens and probably Wells, next year is the best chance the Red Sox will have for some time, considering that the core of this team is still signed through next season, but after that, people like Pedro, Nomar, Varitek and Nixon will leave because they can't afford to sign all of them again. So while they can, they have to capitalize and they should head into next year with Scott Williamson as the closer, Timlin and Embree and one more setup man, Kim given an opportunity to start, and concentrate the checkbook on a true frontline starter like Colon, or else trade for Curt Schilling. Oh, and get rid of Todd Walker, he gives away too many runs with his glove, and replace him with a good field, OK hit second baseman. With the rest of the lineup back, no one will miss Walker.

Funny, I have no trouble seeing EKE's Pres avatar.

I got mine yesterday, too, and look forward to giving it a listen this afternoon or tonite. May I suggest that since the discs are in the mail, so to speak, its time for Jim to declare a test-giver for #4? It obviously takes time to make the tough decisions, so it would probably be a good idea to have the next person start his work.

I don't believe in fate or destiny or any of that crap, Brad. The fact is, unless the Red Sox find a decent pitching staff, top-to-bottom but especially the starters, they will always fail against the Yankees. I mean, Contreras was going to be the #2 or #3 starter for us, and he's only being used in the 7th inning for the Yankees. We've got John Burkett pitching the final game of his career against Andy Pettite. If we somehow win, it will be because we used Wakefield and Lowe out of the pen. I guarantee, if it goes to a seventh game, Mussina and Wells won't be in the pen for the Yanks-they don't need them. Its not fate. Its arms. And slumping bats. And its not fate for the Cubs either. Its Baker, like Grady Little, being so certain that a struggling pitcher is still better than anyone in the pen that you leave him out there too long. After the funky foul ball, it was obvious Prior had little left. And yet no one was even getting warm. Same thing for Lowe in the 8th inning when he was clearly tiring and the Yankees scored that insurance run. And it all started in Game one of the A's series. Little was so insistent that Pedro was the whole game, he ended up throwing 130 pitches in a no-decision and he hasn't been the same since.

The ribbon-cutting is this week, here's an article about the guy who had the job of archiving Armstrong's stuff: Trumpets, Diaries and Cocktail Jiggers By BEN RATLIFF Published: October 15, 2003 ouis Armstrong did not catalog his possessions according to the rules of library science. For example, though he kept song indexes for his collection of 650 reel-to-reel tapes in neat three-ring binders, he curiously alphabetized titles by their last word. So "The Girl That I Married," on side one of reel No. 44, is cataloged on the line above "In the Mood." But over all his archives demonstrate an enormous sense of purpose in leaving a documentable footprint on the world, even beyond his performances and recordings. Part of his archives is displayed at the Louis Armstrong House in Corona, Queens, which has been renovated and is having a ribbon-cutting ceremony today before opening to the public for tours starting tomorrow. Since 1991 it has been Michael Cogswell's job to organize all of Armstrong's personal effects. Comfortable in the home that his wife Lucille busily managed, Armstrong was perhaps relieved by the sense of security he felt after being sent to a home for wayward boys, spending 20 protean years on the road and being married three previous times. He left much evidence of his nesting habits. Mr. Cogswell, as director of the Louis Armstrong House and Archives, based at Queens College's Flushing campus, has sorted and stored every tape, record, photograph, trumpet, cocktail jigger, ashtray, book, unsent letter, diary entry, trumpet and laxative packet in the house, where Armstrong lived with Lucille from 1943 to his death in 1971. (Lucille lived there until she died in 1983.) "We have to ask ourselves why Louis was, for example, making all these tapes and cataloging their content," Mr. Cogswell said the other day, standing in Armstrong's small study before a portrait of Armstrong painted by Tony Bennett. "Part of it is him being the great communicator — he'd knock off a seven-page letter to a fan, thinking nothing of it. But on another level Louis had a sense of his place in history. I think he sensed that these tapes would survive him." Much of the drive to ready the three-story brick house as a public historic site came from Mr. Cogswell, 50, an affable Virginian with a zigzag background. He has raised most of the money for the $1.6 million renovation of the house on 107th Street in what is now primarily a Dominican, Ecuadorean and Colombian neighborhood. After spending a few years at the University of Virginia, he dropped out in 1973 to make a living as a saxophonist, moving to Boston and working in R&B and jazz bands. In 1981 he returned to the University of Virginia to study musicology. "My mentor there was a Harvard-trained musicologist named Ernest Campbell Mead, who wore a bow tie and a seersucker suit," he said. "I couldn't believe how great it was that this guy's job was to stand up in front of a class, play records and talk about them. I wondered, why isn't somebody doing this for jazz? He's talking about Josquin" — the Renaissance composer — "he's talking about Beethoven; how come somebody isn't doing the same thing for Ellington or Charlie Parker?" In 1983 Mr. Cogswell earned his bachelor's degree in music, and then the university offered him a job in charge of the sound-recordings collection in its music library. Three years later he started a master's degree program in musicology at the University of North Texas, and found work at that school's music library, which brought him closer to jazz archivism. That school is renowned for its jazz big-band instruction, and keeps Stan Kenton's entire archives, as well as a collection of rare Duke Ellington recordings. That is where he was when a listing for the job of arranging, preserving and cataloging the Armstrong Collection, owned (as it is still) by Queens College, crossed his desk in the Music Library Association's job newsletter. "I took a look at it and said, That's my dream job," he said. Two weeks later he had the job. He and his wife, Dale Van Dyke, moved to New York. On his first day he was faced with the reality of the situation. "There were 72 cartons of Armstrong's stuff, a desk, a chair, a sofa and not much else," he remembered. Besides creating proper storage systems for everything there, he began collecting other items related to Armstrong from around the world. Much of this collection is featured in his book, "Louis Armstrong: The Offstage Story of Satchmo," published this month by Collectors Press. Mr. Cogswell said Armstrong would be happy with how things have turned out. "He'd be delighted that people are enjoying his house," he said. "One of the things we have on exhibit is his F.B.I. file, and I always chuckle to think of the F.B.I. maintaining a file on Armstrong. He was the most open guy you'd ever want to meet."

Uh, no. With over 100 page views, I guess I can say that I stumped the panel! The answer is ... organist Paul Bryant. According to the liners of his PJ album Burnin', at the time of the recording he'd been in show business for 20 of his 27 years, including a start on "Our Gang". And he remained an on-screen talent, it says he's since appeared in many television and motion picture productions. So, he must have appeared on "Our Gang" in the early '40s, since Burnin' was recorded around 1960-'61 and at that point he'd been in show business for 20 years.