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You raise some good points, and some even better goats. AI did not predict I would say the second one, so that seems like the way the very smallest of victories are judged in 2024--like, as though, I'm giving myself my very own People's Choice special career award for sheer near-survival. But Steve Gutenberg has already left the awards ceremony by that part of the telecast, so it's not going to be noticed by anyone with even an empty saucepan of Hollywood Juice.

I talk about writing way too much and write about talking not enough. How many calories do you burn at mass versus a Protestant wake? Can Sam or Robert Altman really give us answers?

Absolutely.

In 1989 I thought I could judge a running back's NFL potential based on two simple factors: his name and if he LOOKED like he could score a lot of touchdowns on his SCORE football card.

Emmit Smith: yes. Barry Sanders (same Oklahoma backfield): yes.

Sammy Smith of the Dolphins was where I made my first mistake.

Billy Ripken never played a single down of pro football and he played very limited innings in the MLB. He didn't have his brother Cal's amazingly casual buttocks, nor did he have his father, Cal. Sr.'s billie 9not pun) goat-with-a-can surliness. So, he Sharpied FUCK FACE on the end of his bat and the rest is history.

Sammy Smith didn't have to write SHIT SALAD on the football he was carrying.

I'll tell you whose name and appearance looked like he could play though: Frank Thomas.

PTC

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