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Not that there's anything wrong with this

Twenty-five years ago this Saturday, a well-known stand-up comedian debuted a little-known sitcom during the 4th of July holiday week. It would be nearly a year before another episode appeared and probably a good two years before "Seinfeld" took hold with the American public. But I can safely say that I have never seen or probably ever will see a funnier television show. "Seinfeld" is the sitcom of my era. The generation before me had "All in the Family." The generation after me had god knows what -- do they make sitcoms anymore? I remember watching one of the earliest Seinfelds sometime during 1990 in my co-worker's apartment, thinking "what is this?" I believe it was the one where Kramer fills the washing machine with cement. Sometime after that, I was a faithful Thursday night watcher, like the rest of TV viewers. When the show hit syndication, I copied them on to videotape because I knew that a show this historically funny sh...

Match the song title: Random Access Memories

We're back to the present with "Match The Song Title," although some would say we're "back to the future" with this choice (and those more familiar with Daft Punk will say we're "back to the past"). I can't say I'm a follower of electronic music. I'm more of a rock n' roll guy, who gravitated toward new wave (which actually isn't that far from electronic music) and alternative in the '80s and is now back to reliving the rock of his younger days. In fact, I like just about all of the music of my younger days -- from easy listenin' '70s pop to 25-minute stadium rock anthems to "we got the funk" disco jive. I think some of the dance songs from that time are fantastic (don't you ever say a bad word about the long version of Taste Of Honey's "Boogie Oogie Oogie"). And that's why I've suddenly become a big fan of "Random Access Memories" by Daft Punk. There are m...

One messed up crystal ball

I am stumped. This fourth blog bat around topic has me baffled. Flummoxed. Bamboozled. Clueless. The topic takes us into the future. What card or set, regardless of scandal, tragedy or crisis that may befall said player, team, set or company, will have value in 10 years? What is an absolute buy and hold? Gosh, I don't know. If I knew that I'd play the stock market, rather than run screaming the other way everytime someone mentions annuities. I'd be a prospector and know exactly who the heck all these fresh-scrubbed kids with the odd names are. Did I ever mention that one year ago I had no idea who David Price was? Yeah, I'm not the guy you want to turn to for advice on oil futures. As for valuable? That ship has sailed, brothers and sisters. Once upon a time, I knew the value of every single one of my baseball cards. There were tiny little price-tag stickers affixed to each nine-pocket sheet, categorizing and quantifying the value of each and every card. But I don...

A Yankee-hater's tribute

I'm going to refrain from posting any unpleasantness about the Yankees tonight. Even though the Yankee Stadium lovefest was a bit much to endure, I just don't have it in me to go through a litany of all I don't like about them. So, instead, I'll talk about the fond memories I have of the Yankees. All two of them. The first is Roy White. I always liked him. He played during an era when the Yankees weren't very good, and then when the Yankees grew into perennial champions in the late-1970s, he remained above all the petty, obnoxious garbage that went on with that team back then. He was a quiet, consistent performer, much like Bernie Williams, although Williams had more talent. Seeing the huge ovation Williams received from the fans Sunday just goes to show you -- you don't have to be a jerk to be popular in New York. The second memory is my one-and-only trip to Yankee Stadium. It was the day before my birthday. We went down to the game on an overnight visit...