tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post3032723371485351728..comments2023-10-30T03:41:11.908-04:00Comments on BigRingCircus: Juanchohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-74248534748480606462010-10-22T10:37:29.430-04:002010-10-22T10:37:29.430-04:00I'll enjoy your current phase for a season, pe...I'll enjoy your current phase for a season, perversely hopeful it won't endure. Some enter lasting contentment in their 40s, but I pray for my own sake as blog consumer this isn't your fate. I always remember Darrell Porter, a major leaguer of the 70s, who hit .300-plus one year, went into alcohol rehab in the offseason, then hit in the .240s the next season -- no doubt as a finer person, which I hope insulated him from the fans' catcalls and ensuing pay cut.<br /><br />Sorry I didn't recognize you on the street recently. Sometimes even a neighbor appears out of context.hitopshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07360984885400828645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-39529283193682244772010-10-21T22:29:39.448-04:002010-10-21T22:29:39.448-04:00Your yoga teacher must be a hell of a lot better t...Your yoga teacher must be a hell of a lot better than mine was.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-52679123206796155572010-10-21T21:05:28.063-04:002010-10-21T21:05:28.063-04:00And the old man listens with a slight smile, nods ...And the old man listens with a slight smile, nods knowingly and is pleased. It is well with Juancho and the force is stronger by one.The Bald Fiddlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09912950889679059158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-36661260445945033202010-10-21T14:00:15.833-04:002010-10-21T14:00:15.833-04:00No, it is not Byron. Or Nicolas. It's an ancie...No, it is not Byron. Or Nicolas. It's an ancient reference.Juanchohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-35704858183208699742010-10-21T13:41:04.039-04:002010-10-21T13:41:04.039-04:00Is it Byron?Is it Byron?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-30923326751352248572010-10-21T12:59:34.256-04:002010-10-21T12:59:34.256-04:00That's how they make butter. Start with milk,...That's how they make butter. Start with milk, add angry. 21 blocks of butter now soaking into the streets of Tallahassee, no longer mine. <br /><br />I think my spirit animal is the Opossum.Juanchohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-27915158169180338322010-10-21T12:42:11.725-04:002010-10-21T12:42:11.725-04:00LOL. Evertime I read the word anger/angry in your ...LOL. Evertime I read the word anger/angry in your rantings, it just comes off as "butter".<br /><br />It's probably better that way. And jackasses are my spirit animal.reverend dickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com