A new project from the makers of Realm of the Wombat: The Squeeze Is On!
On Rubbernecking: A Message to Bay Area Drivers
I was driving with some of you up I-280 on Thursday night when traffic starting building up after the CA-92 interchange. As you know this is unusual. Stop and go persisted for a couple miles. Like many of you, I believed that there must have been an accident, and a serious one, to cause such a backup on the usually smooth traveling road. It had rained a little bit that afternoon, and the air was still misty. I was very surprised, with no accident in sight, to see the flow of traffic increase ahead of me as I approached the bridge at the Crystal Springs Dam. Crossing the bridge, I realized, as you did, the cause of the delay: a 90 degree arc of a rainbow. With the mist in the air, the tall span, the evening sunlight, the conditions were perfect. And as I made the realization of its presence, emotion came over me, and I audibly asked no one but the Sled itself, “That’s what we all had to slow down for!!”
Look everyone, I think rainbows are as cool as the next guy, but you know all you need is water and sun. If you have a hose, you can make a rainbow yourself. At home. As in, not on an interstate highway, where I want to be traveling in excess of 65 miles per hour.
Now, I ask you to contrast that with what we witnessed on Friday night on I-580 in Oakland between I-238 and CA-13. On the steep hills east of the highway was a sight much more awesome than a singular, unremarkable rainbow. There were goats. Tons of goats. Covering the steep hill, eating up the grass on the unmowable hillside. Was there any delay? None. Are you kidding me? Hundreds of goats in a major metropolitan area doesn’t faze anyone?
Bay Area drivers, let’s get it together. If we don’t understand what’s worth rubbernecking for, what do we understand? Next time you get behind the wheel, take a moment, think about what you’re about to do, turn that key, and strive.
FOUND: Berkeley Art?
A conversation that recently took place in the East Bay:
Chip Dipson: Hey, the trash people wouldn’t take all of this junk.
Dip Dopson: Why don’t you just go dump it somewhere?
Chip Dipson: Ehhh… I don’t like to litter.
Dip Dopson: Let me litter then. I was going to go throw this wood palette into the Bay anyway.
Chip Dipson: A palette you say…
[A short while later, Chip appears with the below]

Dip Dopson: Ok. You’ve created . . . something.
Chip Dipson: I’ve created a solution. What we’re going to do is take this over to Berkeley and leave it somewhere. I get rid of these un-get-rid-ables, you don’t have to dump into the Bay, and Berkeley gets a new piece of art. EVERYBODY WINS.
Dip Dopson: You magnificent bastard.
Chip Dipson: Pull the Scion around. We’re out of here.
The Emptiest Day of the Baseball Season
It happens every year. The World Series ends, forcing me to endure a year of hearing these guys, or those guys, or, worst of all, that team again referred to as World Champions. I put that aside and start the countdown. There are some distractions of course. Football and hockey and off-season moves and debates about whether Fearsome Hitter or Guy That Just Knew How To Win belong in the Hall of Fame (they don’t). But really the only thing that matters is this: how many days until Opening Day?
Football ends, and then we get serious. Pitchers and catchers report. Optimism abounds. Pitcher has been working on New Pitch over the off-season. Player shows up to camp In The Best Shape Of His Life. Games featuring minor league guy are played. Slowly, the regulars play deeper and deeper into games. You know it’s right around the corner when there’s speculation that Journeyman Relief Pitcher might play a key role in the bullpen because he’s given up one run in five innings of Grapefruit League ball. A couple of real games are played in the middle of the night. Teams stop playing each other and start playing younger versions of themselves. The first game in New Stadium gets the attention for one day, and then it’s here.
Opening Day.
The bunting is up. Aces are warming up in the pen. The starters line up along the baselines. Play ball.
Happy New Year.
Ace is back from injury, and pitches a solid five. Remaining Star drives in New Guy to take the lead. Revamped Bullpen brings locks down the victory. Taking care of business. Undefeated. First place. Tied at least. Everything is right in the world. Except . . . Except . . .
THEY DON’T PLAY TOMORROW! After all the waiting, after all the build up, after all the predicting, it’s all a tease. They play on Opening Day and then they have a scheduled day off. And just like that, it’s winter again.
The Most Surprising Soundtrack Since “Black Hawk Down”
Mel and I started watching Alias. There are some things that I expected: spies, intrigue, punching, and the like.
There’s one thing that I did not expect: a Sarah McLachlan song in just about every episode.
‘My real mother is a green alien’
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Think Santorum is crazy? Well, he’s even crazier than this guy.
Chevy Van (Alamo Square)
Rays give Orioles’ Andino a standing ovation
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The best thing that’s ever happened at an AL East spring training game: Rays give Orioles’ Andino a standing ovation via Hardball Talk
Dodge Ram Van (Alamo Square)
Analysis of Jackie Robinson’s steals of home
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Jere’s It’s-Baseball-and-You’re-American Link of the Day: Jackie Robinson’s steals of home were more valuable than the rest of his steals combined



