Smitty’s Loose Change: ICP, 9-0 and the Spanish Moon

I’m in St. Pete, FL this week. The Rays are not here. But the Insane Clown Posse is. I rounded a corner today and got caught in a most aromatic gaggle of Juggalos.

I’m in St. Pete, FL this week. The Rays are not here. But the Insane Clown Posse is. I rounded a corner today and got caught in a most aromatic gaggle of Juggalos.
No mention of Baltimore’s 10-2 win over the White Sox until page 4 of the sports section. What gives?
Read moreStuff I found at the bottom of a desk drawer.
Read moreYou’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to memes.
Read moreSmitty’s old-guy baseball team opened its season over the weekend, after getting snowed out two straight weeks. The game is what passed for a thriller in this league.
Read moreJust to see what it would look like, you’re kind of rooting against the Padres ever scoring a run.
Read moreDrop it in the jar, por favor.
Read moreA look at the past week.
Throw this stuff in a dish so it doesn’t go through the washer.
The sunny voice of Saturday afternoons died Wednesday.
Read moreThis is one of those “notes columns,” that’s the trademark of a lazy writer. Just little pieces of stuff I’ve picked up this week. Indulge me, won’t you?
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