The Week That Was
Chronicling the past week via quick links and pithy commentary (watch out for those crumbling sidewalks edition)
A hawk to be named later: We’re still looking for names for Fenway Park’s resident predator. So far, we like Javier Lopez best.
It’s see you later for Bob Lobel: Because he told us he hates saying goodbye.
This could not be more like an episode of Gossip Girl if the House members were wearing brightly-colored tights: Could the biggest threat to House Speaker Sal DiMasi‘s power be from his top lieutenant?
It’s not just Roger Clemens’ palpable mass that’s gross: He also allegedly had an affair with a 15-year-old country singer.
Too bad they didn’t have this blog when the Rocket was in town: Much to our delight, the Herald’s City Wired blog pledges to report every groping on the T.
Gonz just luvs 2 h8: The Globe editorializes in text message shorthand, and we got a headache.
When Jerry Remy rules us all, we will subsist on hot dogs and Miller Lite: The RemDawg expands his empire.
Blood in the water! Blood in the water! Even the Democrats are gunning for King Sal.
We talked to departing Globe columnist Carol Beggy: And no, she wouldn’t sell us her Rolodex.
That’s the number that pops up when they call us: The Globe goes after DiMasi some more.
America’s Most Secretly Loathed Ballpark? Do we love Fenway Park as much as we say we do? Or would we rather eat cheese fries out of helmets?
Gonz continues to harsh on the Globe’s editorial staff: At least their weak argument against Grand Theft Auto 4 wasn’t in text jargon.
Journalism is over. The AP wins: We find the best headline since Headless Body Found in Topless Bar.
The Green lost. Then they lost again. The team gave fans some shirts to help them feel better, or look like a giant clover, but they didn’t need them to get riled up before Game 5. Let’s hope the C’s end it in Atlanta tonight.
That’s all for this week. If you need us, we’ll be napping on the couch.