There is something kind of mellow and groovy about having a date at 1:30 am. It means getting off work at 7:30, stopping by for a nice glass of milk at a bar with pals after the work day is over, then walking home through a nice evening with the radio painting the story of a distant and magical land called St. Louis.

Then a shower, change into an old flannel (it's a little crisp tonight) a stroll with the twin foo dogs of doom, and more radio drama. Some surfing a little legal writing, and wow, still 3 and a half hours to kill! Nice.

Good thing about NYC is that a 1:30 start still doesn't hurry you. In fact, if you have any intel on a revolving Irish after hours club, a good pair of shades can totally render sunrise moot. So anyway, this is a 4pm post at 9:30, and it's about time to replace the bitter Deion Sanders post of yesterday.

Cool. It was my first angry mood in about 6 weeks and it last about 12 hours. I can live with that.

Question -- Do Mets hitters hate Tom Glavine? How else can someone be 8-9 with an Ernie under 2.9?

strange.

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You are the ladies favourite General Lee. You lead from the front and try and help as many contestants as you can get through to the Final Showdown. You even help them try and storm the castle



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Score.......

You know it.