The Week That Was
Chronicling the past week via quick links and pithy commentary (No Tanks (and no casinos, either) edition)
Ballplayers stage half-day strike for the bullpen coach: We’re kind of proud of them.
Tim Haslett, a musical man about town died this week: Joe Keohane offers his memories.
Only a masochist would hit up two St. Patrick’s Day Breakfasts: Or a social climber.
This is why we love Bartley’s: It took them about a minute to come up with the “Eliot Spitzer Burger.”
A young man died in Central Square Monday morning: We try to make sense of the worst intersection in Cambridge.
You know who else votes for Obama? Carpenters. Lumberjacks, however, go for Hillary: Make the voting trend pieces stop, please.
Derjue just flew in from Florida: And those Logan security screeners are making her tired.
Ricky Gervais picks on Lowell: Jeez Ricky, sorry the Sun didn’t meet your high standards.
Those crazy kids in Somerville still think they’re getting the Green Line: Why they would want it is anyone’s guess.
If we can’t have Hemp Fest, we don’t want to go anyway: The city is considering closing down The Common to large-scale events, like, um, Hemp Fest.
The Casino Bill is dead: In other news: water is wet, the sun is hot, and the Bruins lost to Montreal.
But not before some nice speeches were made: The Hill and the Hall chronicles it all.
Bonus: Celtics Mess With Texas, Kick Its Ass
T-Wolves owner proves idiocy: We were just going to say that KG looked like he was going through the motions when he goes for 20-10 every night.
The Rockets won 22 straight? Past tense.
That’s what you get for banning bloggers, Cuban: C’s take out Mavs to finish off the sweep.
That’s all for this week. If you need us, we’ll be watching the NIT.