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Since we rarely get real news or analysis on TV anyway, if you could elect The Bowl for President, we’d mandate that only fifth graders could be the TV reporters. It doesn’t get much better than this:
If The Bowl could vote….
Alright already. So the brood before was a few bricks short of a load. We know we needed more. We had them in The Bowl but we weren’t letting them out.
Okay, okay. So what if we like following how balls knock things down? We like other things too. Like how dominoes knock things down. And we really like how dominoes knock each other over and make all the pool balls go in the pockets (please pardon the intro…)
Mid-July, 1842. An English gentleman named “Dr. J. Griffin”, a member of the British Lyceum of Natural History, arrived in New York City bearing a remarkable curiosity — a real mermaid supposedly caught near the Feejee Islands in the South Pacific. The press were expecting him, since throughout the Summer they had been receiving letters from Southern correspondents describing the doctor and his mermaid. So when he checked in to his hotel, reporters were waiting for him, demanding to see the mermaid. Grudgingly he obliged. What they saw totally convinced them of the creature’s authenticity.