Subdeacon Joe

Thank you.

It's called a Louisville Slugger, and you can pick left, right, or center justify.

The headline is misleading. He didn't shoot the reporter. The reporter was hit by spatter because all the idjits involved were behaving like idjits and doing idjit things.

With metrics we will never see this again " On July 2, 1963, baseball witnessed an unforgettable showdown that still echoes in MLB history. It wasn't just a game; it was a clash of titans—Juan Marichal of the San Francisco Giants and Warren Spahn of the Milwaukee Braves. Both pitchers delivered an extraordinary display of stamina and skill, going head-to-head for a mind-boggling 15 scoreless innings. Marichal, just 25 years old, hurled an incredible 230 pitches, while the veteran Spahn, at 42, threw 204. The two legends matched each other pitch for pitch, defying exhaustion, before the iconic Willie Mays finally ended the duel with a solo home run in the 16th inning, giving the Giants a 1-0 victory. It was a night of grit, determination, and pure love for the game. When Spahn was asked about the game later, he quipped with his characteristic humor, "I thought my arm was going to fall off!" But it didn't. Instead, it gave fans one of the greatest games ever pitched in baseball history. This game wasn’t just about the numbers—it was a battle of endurance, a display of two pitchers' refusal to back down, and a reminder of the raw, unfiltered beauty of baseball. #MLBClassics #PitchersDuel #BaseballLegends #WillieMays

Could be worse....forced to watch a Raiders game to the end.

Suuuurrrrre you did! Correct. You need to par cook the bacon. Get it brown but not quite crisp. Drain it, flour it, batter it, then deep fry it.

O Lord our God, the Physician of our souls and bodies, look down upon Thy servant, Mike, and cure him of all infirmities of the flesh, in the Name of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, with Whom Thou art blessed, together with Thy Most Holy, Gracious, and Life-giving Spirit, always, now and forever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

"What military genius thought that one up? Somebody's son and heir? Bought his commission before he's learned to shave?" "I rather fancy that he's nobody's son and heir now."

Populating the British Command Structure. Personal animosity, poor communication, unclear orders, and a vast amount of stupidity. 25 October, 1854, Crimea.

The way I heard it the "Kalamazoo" is a jews harp, not a git-fiddle. Which makes more sense that setting rhythm with a guitar.

1932 Jean Bugatti standing next to the Bugatti Esders Roadster A clear view of just how large Royales really were. EDIT: "The Bugatti Type 41, better known as the Royale, is a large luxury car built from 1927 to 1933 with a 4.3 m (169.3 in) wheelbase and 6.4 m (21 ft) overall length. It weighs approximately 3,175 kg (7,000 lb) and uses a 12.763 litre (778 cu in) straight-eight engine. For comparison, against the modern Rolls-Royce Phantom (produced from 2003 onward), the Royale is about 20% longer, and more than 25% heavier. This makes the Royale one of the largest cars in the world."