Best line of the day, so far

“How bad was it? It was Gila Bend in July.”

Greg Hansen in the Tucson Arizona Daily Star on last night’s loss by Arizona at home to the New Mexico Lobos 29-27.

“How bad was it? With 13 minutes remaining, the large video scoreboard displayed its weekly ‘Hit of the Game.’ It was a highlight from the little leaguers who scrimmaged at halftime.”

[In 3¼ seasons Arizona coach Mike Stoops is 9-24 against I-A opponents.]

Best line of the day, so far

Brewers manager Ned Yost inadvertently ran his team out of a scoring chance last week when he tried to slap a mosquito on his cheek — causing his base runner to try an ill-fated steal of third base.

Diamond historians immediately declared it the most misconstrued signal since the 2005 U.S. Congressional Softball Game, when Idaho Senator Larry Craig stomped on a spider and touched off a suicide squeeze.

Sideline Chatter

Best line of the day, so far

A moment I’ve been dreading. George (Bush) brought his ne’re-do-well son around this morning and asked me to find the kid a job. Not the political one who lives in Florida. The one who hangs around here all the time looking shiftless. This so-callled kid is already almost 40 and has never had a real job. Maybe I’ll call Kinsley over at The New Republic and see if they’ll hire him as a contributing editor or something. That looks like easy work.

Ronald Reagan, in his diary for May 17, 1986, as quoted at Only in New Mexico.

Except, of course, it isn’t true.

The line is from Kinsley himself. When told that Reagan had mentioned him (Kinsley) in the diary, Kinsley wrote a column speculating what it might be. The above is one of his fantasies from My Lunch With Reagan.

Update: Jim Baca removed the bogus Reagan diary item from his post.

Words for Labor Day

I’d like to repeat the advice I gave you before, in that I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

Alex McCandless in a letter to his 81-year-old friend Ron Franz as quoted in Into the Wild. Franz took the advice.

Maybe I’ll go buy an old school bus.

Best line of the day, so far

All the major Democratic candidates say they are eager to end this war, and they all say they don’t believe there is a military solution in Iraq. Why, then, do they maintain that we must leave an indefinite number of troops behind for an indeterminate amount of time to work hopelessly towards a military solution everyone says doesn’t exist?

It is time to get a straight answer from all the other candidates: how many troops would you leave behind? For how long?

Bill Richardson for President

Best line of the day, so far

The evidence also shows great, gaping weaknesses. Giuliani’s penchant for secrecy, his tendency to value loyalty over merit and his hyperbolic rhetoric are exactly the kinds of instincts that counterterrorism experts say the U.S. can least afford right now.

Giuliani’s limitations are in fact remarkably similar to those of another man who has led the nation into a war without end.

Amanda Ripley, reporting on Giuliani’s terrorism credentials in Time.

Blue Blood

“[T]he smallness of people and the grandeur of their demands.”

Edward Condon Conlon, in Blue Blood, his first-rate memoir of life in the NYPD.

Conlon, a detective, formerly wrote the “Cop Diary” columns for The New Yorker.

“The entire criminal-justice system functions as an editorial process, as a story is refined, supported, and checked from the complainant to the cop, to the sergeant and maybe the lieutenant, and then to the ADA, and then to the judge, and sometimes to the jury.”

Two best lines

From Tim Page in a fascinating memoir in The New Yorker (not online):

“It would be easier for me to improvise an epic poem at a sold-out Yankee Stadium than to approach an attractive stranger across the room and strike up a conversation.”

And:

“([H]ere I concur with Virgil Thomson, who once said that worry was one form of prayer that he found acceptable).