Sunday, June 12, 2005

Gee, Ma, It Was a Wurlitzer

Since Mark is currently overly-involved in gainful employment, I should take this opportunity, which I haven't done in a while, for a short post on baseball. In particular, the ballpark organist. Yet another one has been handed his, uh, her, walking papers. The Times has the story here. It's to be all ear-splitting recorded rock all the time now.

Say it ain't so, Arte; say it ain't so.