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NEWS FLASH !!!! CHICAGO (AP) -- President Barack Obama's health care law has had a surprising side effect: In some states, it appears to be enticing more Americans to apply for food stamps, even as the economy improves. Wow! Who would have imagined that ?!?!?!?! Yah think? What a goat rodeo clown that fool is.

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Good guess. But no, sadly. It represents this: Which is an ending scene reflecting the movie's first scene dialog: Blackie: I had the dream again. Always ends at the same place. I guess that's just as well. Sometime I'm going to see that matador, find out who he is. When I do, that's the end of me. Katie: Don't talk like that. It's only a dream. Blackie: Maybe I ought to resign. Katie: What good would that do? Blackie: I'm sure it would make the dream go away. They're connected. Katie, the dream and what I'm doing... Sometimes I feel the only way I can make it disappear is to resign. Here is the dream: http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/video/10523/Fail-Safe-Movie-Clip-Nightmare-Opening.html

The main problem is that many of us are just getting back from Pon Farr and have exhausted ourselves from that reproductive ritual. Give us a day or two. Live long and prosper.

Take Me Out to the Ballgame (1908) Katie Casey was baseball mad Had the fever and had it bad Just to root for the home town crew Every sou, Katie blew On a Saturday her young beau Called to see if she'd like to go To see a show, but Miss Kate said "No, I'll tell you what you can do:" Take me out to the ball game Take me out with the crowd Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack I don't care if I never get back Let me root, root, root for the home team If they don't win, it's a shame For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out At the old ball game Katie Casey saw all the games Knew the players by their first names Told the umpire he was wrong All along, good and strong When the score was just two to two Katie Casey knew what to do Just to cheer up the boys she knew She made the gang sing this song Take me out to the ball game Take me out with the crowd Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack I don't care if I never get back Let me root, root, root for the home team If they don't win, it's a shame For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out At the old ball game.

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Doc Ford on Baseball: “I am not a baseball fan, but I am a fan of baseball. Thats not the paradox it seems. I have never followed teams and box scares, but I love to play the game. Which is why I was not unhappy that Amanda had to leave early and get back to Lauderdale. I had a game that afternoon. What a strange thing to remind myself of after all the years since Id played competitively: have a game this afternoon. Actually, it was a doubleheader. A month or so earlier, Tomlinson had signed us both up to play in a baseball league; the Roy Hobbs League it is called, a national organization named after the fictional hero in Bernard Malamuds valuable book The Natural. Not Softball, baseball, a game where players steal bases and slide and wear helmets at the plate for a reason. It was the real game. Rules required that players had to be over the ripe old age of thirty, and a solid baseball background was requisite. The league attracted a lot of former college players and a few ex-professionals, but mostly the teams were made up of an eclectic bunch of amateurs who, in their spare time, were attorneys, surgeons, plumbers and teachers or followed other vocations that were not as much fun as putting on spikes and playing nine. Without asking my permission, Tomlinson signed us up because he said it would do the both of us good, getting off the island. No what he actually said was, Itll be good for our heads, man. Get out there between the lines where the karma is purer. Keep in mind, amigo, that the shape of a baseball diamond is nothing more than two pyramids joined at the base. And I suspect that youve read about the electromagnetic vibes generated by pyramids. Very powerful, man. A very heavy mojo. Which was Tomlinson-speak that meant playing baseball would give us something to do that wasnt based on boats or water a nice change that might help get my mind off such things as the sexual transformation of grouper and my own failed love affair with Pilar. Maybe Tomlinson was right, because Id come to look forward to playing baseball on Sundays. Sometimes on Thursday nights, too, under the lights. And I wasnt about to let Tucker Gatrell hold me up or make me late. So I hustled around my cabin, dressing myself in cup and supporter, stirrups over long white socks that were still known by the odd, antique name of sanitaries. Pulled on gray stretch baseball pants that buttoned tightly where white pinstripe jersey bloused at my waist, then settled my teams ball cap on my head with no less care than knights of old who once added crowning balance to their personal armor-work. Presto. Marion Ford, Ph. D. and purveyor of biological specimens, was now a simpler man of purer purpose.” © 1998 White, Randy Wayne, The Mangrove Coast (G.P. Putnam's Sons, ISBN 0-399-14372-6)

Excellent work, Stn. Thank you.

Mortons is for polo spectators. Texas Roadhouse is for baseball fans. Question: Did Robinson actually steal home in the 1955 World Series? Or did Berra tag him out, blocking home plate with the ball and his glove? Even a few Dodgers fans have to admit that the umpire got that one wrong. But you be the judge:

That's why there is something called The Stadium Club. That's where you go to watch the ball game if a pleasant setting is important to you (or if guests are visiting from out of town). You dress nicely, arrive a bit early, use valet parking, and enjoy excellent food while you watch the game.

Who wouldn't like a Rolling Stones song?

Vin Scully https://youtu.be/jjv0AYYOLKM PART ONE https://youtu.be/XsB7Su9Y_J8 PART TWO

Not that I minded being approached by other girls in the showers or elsewhere, but that was actually quite rare -- and if another girl wanted to hit on you it would not be in the showers. It would be at a party or something off campus. No, the people you had to watch out for at school were the dykish P.E. coaches. Yikes.

1) People note when Kobi Bryant (U.S. professional basketball player) has some spectacular numbers, lifetime, for a season, for a game. The win-loss numbers, shooting percentages are all well and good also. But basketball is, indeed, a short-staff team sport where the numbers are merely reportage. In baseball, it's 40% events and 60% numbers. And that's an understatement. You rarely hear a basketball play-by-play announcer invoke the names of Jerry West, Elgin Baylor, Bill Walton, Wilt Chamberlain, John Havlicek, Bill Russel or Larry Bird during a game. But the names Ty Cobb, Joe DiMaggio, Sandy Koufax, Roberto Clemente, Barry Bonds, Willie Mays, Lou Gehrig and even the always-annoying Jackie Robinson at least once a week (one of the above, not all of them) during a broadcast. Babe Ruth not so much because his numbers are mostly untouchable. But it's the super-importance of the numbers that keep both the tradition and the players' histories alive. 2) + 3) For sure. But you can also root against those same players if their success might impede the success of a past or present favorite. 4) You are never alone in most other team sports. In baseball, when you are standing at the plate and the defenders have the ball (strange, that), you are very very alone. Your teammates can do little but yell some usually-unwanted encouragement to you. 5) ... Or little girl for that matter. We are allowed to play in U.S. Little League, but by the time we reach high school ball, we are encouraged to "go try out for the softball team!" Now, softball is one of the most stupid sports of all time. For those who aren't familiar with the two sports but are familiar with racket sports, baseball is like racquetball; softball is like squash: dead ball, a whole lot of effort for much less adrenal blast. But that's just how I see it. One day, MLB (that's the name of the professional sport -- Major League Baseball -- will allow girls/women to play. :: sobs ::

Here, we discuss the game of baseball. That is, major league baseball: it's history, folklore, personalities, wins, losses, stadiums (yeah I know - I spell it that way anyway), stadium food, fans, and fun once had. Songs, photos, stories, videos, remembrances, and such. There is no clock in baseball, as it is not exactly a sport. In the U.S., baseball is a passtime. Sure, there is a game going on, but the three to four (or more) hours spent at the park, watching the TV, listening to the radio are much more. All baseball games begin with the National Anthem (of the United States and that of any other national team that may be playing that day -- e.g. Canada), followed by the head umpire yelling PLAY BALL !!!! Here is a history piece by Ken Burns: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x15fugf_ken-burn-s-baseball-01-our-game-1840-1900_shortfilms

Well, okay. The fans know how to sing. The players? Not so much:

At least folks in L.A. know how to sing...

Section 5210 from the ObamaCare bill starts: H. R. 3590-496 (Page 496) SEC. 5210. ESTABLISHING A READY RESERVE CORPS. Section 203 of the Public Health Service Act (42 U.S.C. 204) is amended to read as follows: "SEC. 203. COMMISSIONED CORPS AND READY RESERVE CORPS. "(a) ESTABLISHMENT.- "(1) IN GENERAL.-There shall be in the Service a commissioned Regular Corps and a Ready Reserve Corps for service in time of national emergency. "(2) REQUIREMENT.-All commissioned officers shall be citizens of the United States and shall be appointed without regard to the civil-service laws and compensated without regard to the Classification Act of 1923, as amended. "(3) APPOINTMENT.-Commissioned officers of the Ready Reserve Corps shall be appointed by the President and commissioned officers of the Regular Corps shall be appointed by the President with the advice and consent of the Senate. "(4) ACTIVE DUTY.-Commissioned officers of the Ready Reserve Corps shall at all times be subject to call to active duty by the Surgeon General, including active duty for the purpose of training. "© PURPOSE AND USE OF READY RESEARCH.- "(1) PURPOSE.-The purpose of the Ready Reserve Corps is to fulfill the need to have additional Commissioned Corps personnel available on short notice (similar to the uniformed service's reserve program) to assist regular Commissioned Corps personnel to meet both routine public health and emergency response missions. "(2) USES.-The Ready Reserve Corps shall- "(A) participate in routine training to meet the general and specific needs of the Commissioned Corps; "(B) be available and ready for involuntary calls to active duty during national emergencies and public health crises, similar to the uniformed service reserve personnel; "© be available for backfilling critical positions left vacant during deployment of active duty Commissioned Corps members, as well as for deployment to respond to public health emergencies, both foreign and domestic; and "(D) be available for service assignment in isolated, hardship, and medically underserved communities (as defined in section 799B) to improve access to health services. Can you imagine trying to get something like that through Congress? Deadly Reserve Corpse.

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An old country preacher An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem to concerned about it. One day while the boy was away to school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects: a bible, a silver dollar, a bottle of whisky, and a Playboy magazine. "I’ll just hide behind the door," the old preacher said to himself. "When he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up. If it's the bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a business man, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the bottle. he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and Lord, what a shame that would be. And worst of all if he picks up that magazine he's going to be a skirt-chasing bum.” The old man waited anxiously and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed his books on the bed and, as he turned to leave the room, he spotted the objects on the table. Curious, he walked over to inspect them all. Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month’s centerfold. "Lord have mercy!" the old preacher groaned disgustedly. "He's gonna run for Congress."

Or simply let her fingers do the walking.... peut-être avec des fruits (Attachment Purged)