The evil empire

NewMexiKen lived through The Sopranos without cable, but Deadwood, which returned last night on HBO, pushed me to the brink. I need HBO and I need it now.

So I called my dealer, Comcast. They had sent me an advertisment for cable at “$25 off per month for 16 months!” Sounded good.

“But sir, you have to be an existing dish customer. This is a ‘Dump the Dish’ marketing campaign.”

“But it doesn’t specifically say that,” I reply.

“But that’s what we intended,” I hear back. “It’s a “Dump the Dish” campaign.”

The supervisor who eventually came on the line (not unlike Ernestine for those who remember Lily Tomlin’s telephone operator) pointed out that the mailer does say “Some restrictions may apply.” And so they do.

I’m going to buy a dish.

Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum

1939 Baseball Hall of Fame

Sixty-seven years ago today.

Back row: Honus Wagner, Grover Cleveland Alexander, Tris Speaker, Nap Lajoie, George Sisler, Walter Johnson.
Seated: Eddie Collins, Babe Ruth, Connie Mack, and Cy Young.
Ty Cobb is missing from the photo; he had missed a train and arrived late.

The National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum was officially dedicated in colorful ceremony on June 12, 1939. The game’s four ranking executives of the period — [Kenesaw M.] Landis, [Ford] Frick, [William] Harridge and William G. Bramham, President of the National Association — participated in the ribbon-cutting. Of the 25 immortals who had been elected to the Hall of Fame up to that point, 11 were still living; and all of them journeyed to Cooperstown to attend the centennial celebration. A baseball postage stamp commemorating the occasion was placed on sale that day at the Cooperstown post office, with Postmaster General James A. Farley presiding.

Origins of the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum.

Check out the Babe’s socks. He was into the low-cut sock look long before anyone else.

Best conversation of the day, so far

Woman: Who do you think would win a fight between Ann Coulter and Maureen Dowd?

Man: A fight?

Woman: Yeah, you know, a death match.

Man: I’m gonna go with Ann Coulter.

Woman: You think? They both wear long, spikey heels. They could put each other’s eyes out pretty fast.

Man: But Ann Coulter would be like, “Rock on, I’m in a death cage!” And Maureen Dowd would be like, “Wait, what am I doing in a death cage?”

–Alt.Coffee, Avenue A

Overheard in New York