“You can’t handle the words!”

Oh, Happy Theys!

Cara Mellow leaves behind a windy mound and a bunch of sad little Cubs.

One cub down, about 30-40 or 9-to-10 depending on who Chicago asks, to go. One thing for sure is that if you find yourself in the woods between France and Spain, and it’s either you or the bear, kill yourself because if you should (in a very unlikely hypothetical scenario) survive and the bear ends up dead, a judge will throw you in jail and take your firstborn. Unless you are Donald Trump, because Donald John Trump can kill or send Smoky The Bear to El Salvador after beating, raping, and then killing the fucking bear and multi-ethnic hillbillies will clap 👏 clap 👏.

In Washington, Scarborough brought Ritchie Cunningham out of the 1950’s in The Nixon Era and Howard Cosell is nowhere to be found. The Monkees will have none of that Kennedy Center dump, and Pablo Torre took the day off.

Goooooo, Dodgers.

Fight For Glory, is now in diners in Milwaukee.