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| 424.1 | | CAM::WAY | Just a jacknife has old McHeath, babe | Fri Dec 07 1990 07:45 | 3 |
| PJ --
Genesis 1:1 "In the Big Inning..."
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| 424.2 | Earthly books please.. | YUPPY::STRAGED | Norwegian Blue...Beautiful Plummage | Fri Dec 07 1990 10:02 | 7 |
| OK 'saw,
But did anyone ever get the shake the author's hand??
Any other offers, SportsNoters??
PJ
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| 424.3 | | MCIS1::DHAMEL | Iraqis roasting when we open fire | Fri Dec 07 1990 10:08 | 8 |
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Some cave drawings in France show some human-like creatures beating on
some critters with clubs. Careful examination of the clubs have
clearly revealed the words "Louiseville Slugger" on them. Does this
count as print media?
Dickster
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| 424.4 | | CSC32::GAULKE | | Fri Dec 07 1990 10:25 | 7 |
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That wasn't a bat, and it didn't say 'Louisville Slugger'.
It said "Welcome to Jamaica and I hope you have a good time mon"
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| 424.5 | y | NEMAIL::LEARYM | | Fri Dec 07 1990 11:06 | 7 |
| re: -1
What did it say in its flaccid state?
ML-ster???
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| 424.6 | A bit of culture!!! | YUPPY::STRAGED | Norwegian Blue...Beautiful Plummage | Tue Dec 11 1990 06:18 | 25 |
| I can see that we're getting nowhere fast in this note.....
Here's what I had in mind:
Examples from Shakespeare.....
a) "And so shall I catch the fly" (Henry V, Act V, scene ii)
b) "A hit, a very palpable hit!" (Hamlet, V, ii)
c) "You may go walk" (Taming of the Shrew,II,i)
d) "Strike" (Richard III, Act I,iv)
e) "For this relief much thanks" (Hamlet, I, i)
f) "O hateful error" (Julius Ceasar, V, i)
g) "Fair is foul and foul is fair" (Macbeth, I, i)
h) "My arm is sore" (Antony and Cleopatra)
See what I mean????
PJ
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| 424.7 | If it's out there, it's in Notes too | MCIS1::DHAMEL | This note results from snorting... | Tue Dec 11 1990 07:24 | 7 |
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"To bunt or not to bunt. That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to
lay one down or to swing for the fences, and in doing so, perchance to
win. A hit! A hit! My kingdom for a hit!!
-The Yellow Pages Theatrical Coach
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| 424.8 | | RIPPLE::DEVLIN_JO | Gits win! Gits win! Gits WIN!!! | Tue Dec 11 1990 10:07 | 6 |
| From Earl Weaver:
"Tis better to have argued and lost, then to never have argued at
all."
jd
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| 424.9 | | CAM::WAY | A ruck is a scrum for 2 | Tue Dec 11 1990 11:14 | 26 |
| I still say it's Biblical in origin:
For I say unto you, that whosoever shall lay down a
bunt to advance a runner, or perchance to score a run,
shall have everlasting entry in the box score.
Further, there was remarkable prophetic information concerning
the 1986 World Series debacle, as shown by the following:
Jesus wept.
Baserunning is also mentioned as a footnote
Thou Shalt Not Steal�
� unless the runner on base is faster
than a fat man carrying a stove.
there you have it,
'Saw
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| 424.10 | | SASE::SZABO | The Beer Hunter | Tue Dec 11 1990 11:36 | 6 |
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"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife."
........while he is out playing golf.
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| 424.11 | | QUASER::JOHNSTON | LegitimateSportingPurpose?E.S.A.D.! | Tue Dec 11 1990 13:34 | 23 |
| Next year and next year and next year
creeps in this petty pace from
decade to decade, to the last
syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays are like the fans
full of sound and fury
yet winning nothing.
Shakespeare (Aussie playwright and elderly Red Sox fan)
Mike JN
He also did:
Is this a bat I see before me?
Its handle towards my hand?
Come, let me clutch thee.
(This was spoken by Lady McBat, who was the cleanup hitter on
the `Ronald McDonald's Lady Allstars'.)
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| 424.12 | With apologies to Geoffry Chaucer... | SHALOT::MEDVID | November spawned a monster | Tue Dec 11 1990 13:58 | 15 |
| From "The Cooperstown Tales"
(General Prologue)
Whan that April with his showres soote
The droughte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed everye dome in swich licour,
In which the open aire they playe no more;
Whan Zephyrus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired to blowe outhwardth to left heeth
The tenre croppes of astoeteurf and the yonge sonnes
Hath in the Reds their halve cours yronne,
And smale fannes maken melodye
That sleepen al the night fore oune too manye.
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