“What people don’t understand is, one day off for Cal Ripken would not recharge his batteries. One day would not do it. He’s not playing 2,130 games in a row. Cal is ONLY playing 162 games a year.” – Frank Robinson in The Sporting News (September 11, 1995)
The Clippers needed to end this nightmare of a series, but it frightfully continues.
The Clippers needed to bury the Golden State Warriors and catch their exhausted breaths for the next round of the NBA playoffs, but the Warriors live.
It is the last thing the Clippers need at the end of a two-week purgatory during which they were humiliated beyond reason and stressed beyond belief, but after Friday (local time), it is here.
Clippers save us all! – Allan Hennin
My new magic mouse is beautiful. Typical Apple elegance, redefining the aesthetic concept of the lowly mouse. Except – every time I try to use it, I am horribly disappointed. My fingers find no natural home on the impeccably symmetrical, totally convex flowing surface. I have tried everything from gripping the sharp edges with my thumb and ring finger and arching my forefinger and middle finger to the forward corners of the upper surface, to laying my entire palm atop the device and trying to capture it against the table. Nothing works well; unintended commands send my now overly feature-laden desktop skidding off in odd directions. – Allan Henning
Hi Allan, how are you?
I’d suggest that Porsche change the 911 Turbo and Turbo S’s names to “Hold onto your Effing Hats,” but that would look stupid spelled out on the decklid. You see, the Turbo twins are all about speed, and now Porsche finally has introduced the latest models. Allan Henning