The Week That Was

Chronicling the past week via quick links and pithy commentary (We beat L.A.! We beat L.A.! edition)

Hey, those guys are pretty good: The Celtics win the Championship, and we take a look back.

The Globe names a Name: Paysha Stockton Rhone joins the paper’s gossip page.

Babies having babies: Worst. Idea. Ever.

We have to admit, Game 5 made us a little nervous. Then the off-day journalism cast some doubt on Kevin Garnett. But it was all washed away in a redemptive Game 6. And we got to enjoy the parade, although the city’s columnists didn’t appreciate it in the same way we did.

Forget the bridges, save the links! The Ponkapoag Golf Course is our latest infrastructure challenge.

If you need us, we’ll be compulsively clearing our caches: This guy’s work computer had kiddie porn on it, and he didn’t even know.

He’s not so good with the status updates: Someone who may or may not be Dan Grabauskas gets on Facebook.

Much like twins’ genetic material, this story sounds awfully familiar: The Globe does an interpretation of Julie Suratt’s feature in this month’s Boston magazine.

Cue the Biz Markie: Mrs. Cashman and Mrs. DiMasi are just friends.

Lessons from Dr. Seuss: We’re thankful we’re not Richard Vitale.

At least he’s diversifying his rap sheet: Gary Zerola gets in trouble with the law. Again. Some more.

Make way for ducklings: The children’s classic unfolds in front of our office, with a happy ending.

Rascal Flatts and the Boston Pops: Do not want.

If it looks like a duck. . .: Super Duck Excursions claims victory.

Let’s get it on: But not on the beach, you pervs.

House paaaaarty! Much like your office, not much got done on Beacon Hill this week.

Alas, poor Confetti Guy: Tom Brady has still been in more Rolling Rallies than he has.

That’s all for this week. If you need us, we’ll be washing the stink of cigar smoke out of our clothes.