Gotta post this before Advent, during which reasonable folks might trust that my references to the virgin mother of God might be taken more seriously than this ought.
The proprietress of Mayhew Mayhem has a secret mission, she’s bringing the NHL’s Hartford Whalers back from the dead. No, she hasn’t posted this, and she hasn’t told me about it. Heck, she hasn’t told her husband or kids about it either, she only tells the cats because she knows they won’t talk.
You see, she has received a sign, a supernatural sign, a breaded deep fried supernatural sign.
Her post:
Mayhew Mayhem: Like the Virgin Mary in a Grilled Cheese…
The old “Pucky” logo:
The Vision of Pucky:
Chuckle now if you must, but if New England gets a new NHL team at some time in the future and calls it the “Whalers” remember LJ and the Chicken Strip Named Pucky.
And remember this long standing Inedible Ink policy, Dear Reader, If the supernatural brings a message to you in the form of food, we strongly suggest that you refrain from selling the apparition on eBay and simply eat it in good faith.
I think Alice Cooper said it best, “Welcome to my Nightmare.”
See, I’ve decided to live without TV. On the day of big games I get these twinges, they’re like back spasms of the soul.
Tonight you Cowboys fans, Cheeseheads, and bandwagon jumpers of both flavors will surf in vain as the game, like the revolution, won’t be widely televised.
You’ll flip and flip the channel button but none of the buttons on your remote will bring the drama to your home. This is my nightmare, you know the game is being played in Dallas, but it might as well be in Dick Cheney’s Undisclosed Location for all you know about the score.
From the Blogs page of the Wall Street Journal Online:
The Daily Fix : Packers, Cowboys Square Off in Texas
But what good’s a showdown if no one can see it? Tonight’s game will be on the NFL Network, missing in action from many large cable-TV networks thanks to another one of those interminable disputes between carriers and networks backed by sports titans. Regarding such disputes, the Fix has no substantive analysis other than wishing both sides were immediately and permanently afflicted by boils.
Here at Inedible Ink we’re steadfastly committed to bringing you news of employees of the Wall Street Journal wishing boils upon others.
p.s. I tried to work a wordplay on “Pax Romana” and “Pox on Romo” into this post but just don’t seem to have the anagrammatical chops to pull it off. Let me know if you think one up before kickoff.
A new scoring record:
After four overtimes and 142 points, UC falls to Hartwick - Utica, NY - The Observer-Dispatch
Big plays were followed by big plays, touchdowns by touchdowns, and the only people more fatigued than the players were the scoreboard operator and the officials who had to raise their arms about four dozen times. That’s why, even after such an emotionally draining loss, UC quarterback Alex Conlon found it hard not to smile.
Asked for his reaction, the estranged former Hartwick mascot known only as “The Warrior” looked up from his knitting and noted that the Utica team “was named ‘Pioneers’ after some oppressive and violent white folk who weren’t the first ones here even though that’s what the word means. You wanna talk about offensive to Native Americans, Pioneers are offensive to Native Americans, not The Warrior, I’m not offensive to anybody.”
Pressed specifically for a reaction to the game he said “OK, I guess, but they’d have played some D with me on the sidelines.”
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The man who brought you “Life in the Fast Lane” and “Life’s Been Good” (to me so far) turns 60 today.
Joseph Fidler “Joe” Walsh(born November 20, 1947)
Happy Birthday, Joe.  What more can you say to that?
