The Week That Was
Chronicling the past week via quick links and pithy commentary (Boston Pops, Pats Win, Schilling Signs edition).
Pats to Colts—Cheaters! Can Gregg Easterbrook find a way to blame Belichick for the noise at the RCA Dome?
We’ve got a fever and the only cure is: More Ron Paul.
David Wade talks to us about going to WBZ: And a few other things.
Stalking Conan: We don’t know why anyone would either.
Keith Lockhart breaks it down: Talking Pops TV, John Mayer, and that fight last year.
There is no way you can argue police details are a good thing: Not that the Herald doesn’t try.
To the victors: Go the QVC appearances.
The T Chronicles, Part I: You’ll never achieve greatness if you don’t try stuff. Inspiring words.
Looks like Howie’s going back to RKO: Whatever will they do with the stick puppet?
Man, they’ll let anyone on reality TV: He’s all yours, ladies.
Election Day Blues, Part I: And that was before they saw the turnout.
Those crazy Harvard kids: Can we please be on the Beverage Authorization Team?
Schilling’s back: Care to put in a word with Mike Lowell, big guy?
Election Day Blues, Part II: Diversity loses. Felix Arroyo, too.
Happy Anniversary, Deval: If it was us, we’d probably try to forget the whole one-year thing.
Open season on the Pats: Meet the new Oakland Raiders.
You had us at sex and drugs: In praise of the genius that is the Herald’s front page.
The 4-letter word: You said it Scott, not us.
Chez Vous is still open: Which is great because we never get tired of hearing Boogie Wonderland while we’re on roller skates.
At long last, the hooligans’ essays are revealed: Is this graded on a curve because we don’t think the Northeastern kid is going to pass.
The Answer: Mitt Market: The Question: What happens when you put so much of your own cash into your campaign.
The Mashpees are playing high-stakes poker: This doesn’t feel like it will end well.
The T Chronicles, Part II: Please, God. No.
That’s all for us this week. We’ll see you on Monday.