Sadly, "Love American Style" wasn't in syndication where I lived. Being a little younger than the author, everything I ever learned about sex was on this new-fangled cable station called Cinemax. I'm in my 30s and I'm still waiting for the "talk" from my dad.

No wonder I'm so screwed up.

I've actually attended a couple Golden League games. They are cheap, you can get close up, and there is less a "nasty" feel that I've gotten in recent ventures to MLB games. It was interesting because there were a couple of player with famous last names - sons of baseball greats from the 80s. I did, however, wonder where they fell in the pecking order of baseball. Guess they are barely on the pecking order.

King, you did fail to mention the best (and longest) team name in the Golden League, let alone all of sports: The Long Beach Armada of Los Angeles of California of the United States of North America Including Barrow, Alaska.

Crash Davis: Did you hit me with your right hand or did you hit me with your left? Huh? Did you hit me with your right hand or did you hit me with your LEFT?

Ebby Calvin LaLoosh: My left.

Crash Davis: Good! That's good; when you get in a fight with a drunk you don't hit him with your pitching hand. God, I can't keep giving you these free lessons so quit screwin' around and help me up.

Isn't "Bull Durham" required viewing for all entering the Show? If not, it should be.

Sorry, gotta disagree on the best pitcher takedown.

Nolan Ryan, charged by Roberto Alomar (I think), when Nolan was pitching for the Texas Rangers. Alomar was moronic enough to think charging the mound of a baseball icon was a good idea, and felt more moronic when Nolan, who was about twice his age, put him in a headlock like he was a baby steer to be tied.

Maybe not following the Bull Durham rule, but I think Nolan used his left to put him in a headlock, thereby making the punching with his pitching right hand easier, as the target was more stationery.

I had this entire hour memorized by the time I was in Junior High. I loved the wordplay, and I still owe much of my cadence and my humor to those early HBO specials, which they ran ad nauseam in those days, and I watched 'em each and every time they came on.

He was also one of the rare comedians who became deeper the older he got, not just relying on old schtick.

Personally, I still think his suggestion to put a gasoline fire in the center of the basketball court to liven up the game is a great idea. It'd get me to watch the NBA for more than 5 minutes at a time.

I would also do his cheer that made no sense (as most cheer don't) at my football games in Dallas. Got me a lot of looks in the stands. So, one last cheer for you George (his explanation of the lines in parenthesis) :

Rat Shit, Bat Shit, Dirty Ol' Twat (perfectly good way to start a cheer, as far as I'm concerned)

69 Assholes Tied in a Knot (I don't know what that means, either)

Hooray!

Lizard Shit!

Fuck!

Yes, it was cheaper to build a stadium then, mainly because there weren't things silly thing like unions, 40-hour work weeks, overtime, and state-required safety issues. Did they have a stat for how many people died constructing it?

Also, I don't think there were any posh luxury boxes with 100-inch plazma screens and $100-a square foot tile in the original Yankee stadium. I'm just guessing, though.

You mean the one industry that still makes money (despite what Bud Selig claims) by simple supply and demand, not some advanced shell game?

Yeah, sports are the REAL enemy here.

I'm not watching on an HDTV, but I'm watching the Men/Women Uncommited Lines. Women are loving Barak, men not as much.

McCain is scoring about the same as Brokaw.