10/17/2018 archive

2018 Junior League Championship Game 4: Red Sox @ Astros

So after yesterday’s thumping victory we are destined to worship again at the altar of The Great God Citgo, and so I shall regale you with more tales of the Hub, as they like to think of themselves. Before I studied there Richard invited me on a business trip he was taking to brainstorm some …

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2018 Senior League Championship Game 5: Brewers @ Dodgers

The Dodgers took 13 Innings last night to claw their way back into a tie. It shouldn’t have been so hard and the Brewers are still going back to Miller Field. It is the final game at Chavez Ravine (we hope) and even if they leave 2 – 3 the Brewers will have the advantage. …

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Mid Game

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. In Chess this is the most interesting part because you’ve run out of the cheats in your Big Book Of Openings (I favor English because it’s unusual, unexpected, and works on …

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Beto

So early voting in Texas starts next Monday, October 22nd, and by most accounts Ted Cruz is sitting on an 8 or 9 point lead. On the other hand even after the dark money kicks in O’Rourke has about $10 Million more in the kitty (that he should not dish to other Democratic candidates who …

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Cartnoon

Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up. My weakness is Mathematics. I can understand what the instantaneous rate of change is but I don’t have the Trig to express it much less a derivative like the rate of change in the rate of change which is why Traders and Economists …

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The Breakfast Club (Saratoga)

Welcome to The Breakfast Club! We’re a disorganized group of rebel lefties who hang out and chat if and when we’re not too hungover we’ve been bailed out we’re not too exhausted from last night’s (CENSORED) the caffeine kicks in. Join us every weekday morning at 9am (ET) and weekend morning at 10:30am (ET) to …

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