Papa BushballActually, paying $8 or whatever to sit in BFE and watch the Rays on a weeknight isn’t the worst thing in the world. The $17 watered-down beers, however, are. The Times has a short piece this morning on slogans over the years with some reasonably good analysis, kind of a fun read. I’m too lazy to come up with a high-larious related image for this post, so you’ll have to settle for Papa Bush.

Speaking of the Rays, I’m made increasingly nervous by all the activity surrounding the idea of a new stadium. I’m beginning to fear that it is a done deal and they just aren’t telling us yet. Although, what am I saying? The city guberment wouldn’t just make bad decisions on our behalf without us having some say, right? No, that just couldn’t be, they’ve never done that in the past.