The baseball season has begun (my team lost, but the pheenom hit a homer) and, since some conservative is not only showing tush but pointing at dingleberries as well, I appreciated Dave Ettlin's account of the minor-league season opener of the Baltimore and Washington affiliate teams.
(I went with two friends, we had good seats, we had a marvelous time. Although it was too cold. I started thinking Irish hot cocoa. Like Irish coffee, only with cocoa. Antifreeze. There really should not be night games before June. You know?)
Easter being tomorrow, supergee at Dreamwidth linked to an Esquire article by Charles P. Pierce on Easter's radical central character (no, not the bunny).
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