Your good wishes for my wife's well-being (and your total lack of concern for mine) notwithstanding, RFK Stadium ain't much when it's dry either. To paraphrase Billy Martin regarding the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome, it's a shame they named a great man after a place like this.

Our game was Friday night when there was just […]

Compadre Greg, the most-oft-heard sentence in our house during the last hour has been, “I hope to God poor Stephanie isn't out in this.”

I know, we're not worrying about you, and that's wrong. But, hey, if you are there, you're the guy whose emotional compass just swung the other direction when Cliff sent one through […]