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Balls!

Was it just me or were the cameras of STO exceptionally long-winded with my suited-up (and playing!) David Dellucci yesterday in Seattle? And why did it take me four times to properly correct the misspelling of “Seattle”? And how odd to receive a phone call from Philly while watching the Braves have their bats shoved up their asses nice and good by the Phillies? And quite simply… the...

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Rushing Hour

What the hell was that shit of an I-90 traffic mess this morning? Gah. Couple updating thingies prior to moving along with my pumpkin bread and americano a’la Caribou (again, they do nothing for me. I don’t know why I return. No coffee ready. No first-name basis. No access to my beautious blog.  I really need to tell you about last Saturday morning I sat there waiting — patiently and...

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Who ordered the brunette with the real tits?

Hello, Cleveland fans! Holy hell, what a sports double-header the last two days have been! You probably wouldn’t believe me, but I enjoyed a wide variety of my DVD collection while staying indoors Friday and Saturday night. Sunday, I had intended the same to clinch my weekend, but upon watching the Muni Lot updates with the-other-hot-weatherman Jeff Tanchak (I know, weird, right?), I urgently felt...

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And the cow goes, “Boooooom…” Prague, Day Two

We woke up early again, but skipped breakfast for an early lunch at Restaurace U Vejvodu.  I ordered the beef goulash with bacon dumplings and a cappuccino. This was not the traditional “hungarian” goulash I became accustomed to growing up, but another dish that I actually DESPISED when grandma served it. We jokingly called it “beef on bread with gravy crap” when we were little – and here I...

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King, Crown? I would like to be king — Gambrinus, king of beer! Prague, Day Three

You could tell it was going to be a really rainy day, so we bought an umbrella at a downtown shop and walked around Wenceslas  Square for a bit. I find Coffee Dream – which is basically your typical Caribou or Starbucks of Prague. I was left to my own to order with too-high currency bills once again. The attendants really love to give out change here. I hate carrying coins – or cash for that matter....

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Return of the Mack!

Holy busy days, internet friends! While I’ve found really no ill effects of any jet lag, I have seemingly been forced to deal with  all symptoms associated with congestion. Stupid cougher on Lufthansa! Back to the daily grind of the office the day after my return and night-after-day of fun-filled activities… and maybe a bouquet of flowers was brought to you. Hmmm, just me then? I know I still...

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Ahoj! (The giggle from that greeting will not get old) — PRAGUE, Day One

I flew into Boston early Friday, only to be stuck there in the international terminal for four hours until the ticket windows opened at noon. For whatever reason, they cannot give me a boarding pass for my connection in Germany, and inform me I’ll have to check-in once again with Lufthansa’s Transfer Center. Nothing that made me too nervous, seeing as I was happy for a confirmed reservation! I...