Havin' a Heat Wave

Guten Tag,

As most of you already know, the East Coast is boiling under a massive heat wave for the fourth consecutive day now. Temperatures around the area topped 100 for the third day in a row, and today is expected to be the "peak" before a cooling front moves through later today (with the obligatory accompanying thunder storms, I'm sure).

Naturally, it didn't take long for the moonbats to start crawling out from under thier collective rocks and start hemming and hawing about the old "global warming" chestnut. I have to admit, I admire the moxie used to futher the "global warming" hysteria. We get a heat wave? It's global warming. We get a blizzard? It's global warming. We get a lot of hurricanes? It's global warming.

A memo to all the global warming Chicken Littles out there: SOMETIMES IT GETS HOT...SOMETIMES IT GETS COLD. SOMETIMES IT RAINS...SOMETIMES IT DOESN'T. It's been this way since the freaking lava cooled and crap crawled out of the resulting muck and evolved over tens of thousands of years so that we could have diet soda and porn! OK?

On a serious note...yesterday markes the 27th anniversary of the death of former Yankee captain Thurman Munson in a place crash. Hard to believe it's been 27 years. I can remember the day like it happened yesterday. I came in from a backyard barbecue to fetch something off the table and at that moment, the bulletin came on the TV. I was in shock. Who expected a guy like Munson to be taken from us in such a way...and so young.

YES re-ran the Thurman Munson Yankeeography after the game last night, which brought back all the emotions again. I still think about all the "what-if's": What if he'd just gotten a summer home in North Jersey like everyone else? What if he'd just not taken that "one more" landing practice run? Sadly, we'll never know. It's a shame that we don't get to see Thurm at Old-Timer's Day, busting balls and having fun, like he should be.

But we have the memories, and based on comments made by current Yankees on what his his legacy means to this team, Thurman is still around - showing the young'uns just how a ballplayer should play the game. Jorge Posada keeps a picture of Munson in his locker, and hit a huge home run last night to keep the Yankees percentage points ahead of the Red Sox...just the way Thurman would have liked it.

Last, but certainly not least, Hobbes is back home. The finest minds in the veterinary world can't figure him out, so I'm not even gonna bother trying. He's doing well, eating and drinking and being Hobbes - a blessing on four paws.

Stay cool, y'all.