Nov 23 2012

T-Day Throwball 3: Patsies @ Tebows

This is more difficult than it looks.  I hate Robert Kraft and his team with the pure unalloyed hatred that only someone who lives close to Hartford and watched him dick over Connecticut in 1998 can summon.

Unlike John Rowland however I can’t bring myself to declare even temporary allegiance with Gang Green who’ve been by turns feckless and insufferable.

Oh well, 0 for 2.  Whoever I pick will inevitably lose.


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  1. ek hornbeck
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  4. TMC

    Meanwhile: Chacun à son goût on Thanksgiving

    One of our most important holidays is Thanksgiving Day, known in France as le Jour de Merci Donnant.

    Le Jour de Merci Donnant was first started by a group of Pilgrims (Pèlerins) who fled from l’Angleterre before the McCarran Act to found a colony in the New World (le Nouveau Monde) where they could shoot Indians (les Peaux-Rouges) and eat turkey (dinde) to their heart’s content.

    They landed at a place called Plymouth (now a famous voiture Américaine) in a wooden sailing ship called the Mayflower (or Fleur de Mai) in 1620. But while the Pèlerins were killing the dindes, the Peaux-Rouges were killing the Pèlerins, and there were several hard winters ahead for both of them. The only way the Peaux- Rouges helped the Pèlerins was when they taught them to grow corn (maïs).The reason they did this was because they liked corn with their Pèlerins.

    In 1623, after another harsh year, the Pèlerins’ crops were so good that they decided to have a celebration and give thanks because more maïs was raised by the Pèlerins than Pèlerins were killed by Peaux-Rouges.

    Every year on the Jour de Merci Donnant, parents tell their children an amusing story about the first celebration.

    It concerns a brave capitaine named Miles Standish (known in France as Kilomètres Deboutish) and a young, shy lieutenant named Jean Alden. Both of them were in love with a flower of Plymouth called Priscilla Mullens (no translation). The vieux capitaine said to the jeune lieutenant:

    “Go to the damsel Priscilla (allez très vite chez Priscilla), the loveliest maiden of Plymouth (la plus jolie demoiselle de Plymouth). Say that a blunt old captain, a man not of words but of action (un vieux Fanfan la Tulipe), offers his hand and his heart, the hand and heart of a soldier. Not in these words, you know, but this, in short, is my meaning.

    “I am a maker of war (je suis un fabricant de la guerre) and not a maker of phrases. You, bred as a scholar (vous, qui êtes pain comme un étudiant), can say it in elegant language, such as you read in your books of the pleadings and wooings of lovers, such as you think best adapted to win the heart of the maiden.”

    Although Jean was fit to be tied (convenable à être emballé), friendship prevailed over love and he went to his duty. But instead of using elegant language, he blurted out his mission.Priscilla was muted with amazement and sorrow (rendue muette par l’étonnement et la tristesse).

    At length she exclaimed, interrupting the ominous silence: “If the great captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, why does he not come himself and take the trouble to woo me?” (Où est-il, le vieux Kilomètres? Pourquoi ne vient-il pas auprès de moi pour tenter sa chance?)

    Jean said that Kilomètres Deboutish was very busy and didn’t have time for those things. He staggered on, telling what a wonderful husband Kilomètres would make. Finally Priscilla arched her eyebrows and said in a tremulous voice, “Why don’t you speak for yourself, Jean?” (Chacun à son goût.)

    And so, on the fourth Thursday in November, American families sit down at a large table brimming with tasty dishes, and for the only time during the year eat better than the French do.

    No one can deny that le Jour de Merci Donnant is a grande fête and no matter how well fed American families are, they never forget to give thanks to Kilomètres Deboutish, who made this great day possible.

    Art Buchwald. This column first appeared in the IHT many, many Thanksgivings ago.

    h/t digby on twitter

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  6. TMC

    Is he that stupid that he can’t remember the plays?

  7. ek hornbeck

    28 – 0 Patsies.

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  10. ek hornbeck

    No, there is no mercy rule.

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    in the half.

  12. TMC

    NFL record is 41 points in quarter. So far the Patriots have scored 28 pts (21 pts in 52 secs) with 2 min left in this quarter

  13. ek hornbeck

    Who knew?

    35 – 3 at the half.

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    Basketball scores.

  21. TMC

    So far in the th qtr


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  23. terryhallinan

    Tebow has the playbook strapped to his forearm

    Is he that stupid that he can’t remember the plays?

    Without saying anything in particular about Tebow (I have no opinion on him), memory is the lowest level of intelligence.

    An excellent American chess champion despite being scoffed at by Bobby Fischer, was known for falling into the same opening trap in successive tournaments.  The grandmasters with the most encyclopedic knowledge of openings were far from the greatest players.

    Hard to top Einstein.  

    Some research says the seemingly apocryphal story about Einstein stopped by the cops as he wandered in early morning hours looking for hours for a house in Princeton he had lived in for 20 years was true. [“What’s your name?”  “Albert Einstein”  “Yeah and I am Winston Churchill.  What’s your real name?”]

    Einstein reportedly wrote the speed of light on the back of a sizable check that was one of many he put in a desk drawer. Used it for a book marker.  Einstein kept forgetting the number for the speed of light.  Then he lost the book – and the speed of light.

    Best,  Terry

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