The Week That Was

Chronicling the past week via quick links and pithy commentary (all the leaves are brown and the sky is gray edition).

What’s more tone-deaf than a unionized MBTA employee? A non-unionized MBTA employee.

Up in George’s Foreman’s grill: The UFood Grill spokesman talked to us about all things food and business.

We weren’t that excited for Game One of the ALDS: But then Jon Lester made us weak in the knees.

Golden opportunity: Here are five things you need to know before investing in this commodity.

Mitt being Mitt: A good surrogate wouldn’t remind voters about the similarities between Sarah Palin and Manny Ramirez.

They said “bail,” not “bailout”: The stunning price Clark Rockefeller would have to pay for freedom.

You’ll have to pry the Mitt mitt from my cold dead hands, Flannery: We hand out the first-ever Boston Daily Baseball Awards.

Julie Donaldson, reporting: The embattled Channel 7 sports reporter gets back to work.

The Successories of the 1920s: Matthew Reed Baker takes a look.

TMI! Posting your own death announcement is just one of many Internet faux pas.

Genius! In praise of Laurel J. Sweet.

Role playing at the dinner table: Plimoth Plantation helps spice up your Thanksgiving.

Chuck Turner elevates the discourse: No, not really.

D’oh! The Turnpike Authority reminds us of an episode of The Simpsons.

It was a great idea until we felt the power of this hangover: We prepared for the vice presidential debate the only way we know how—drinking.

John McCain gets sentimental about baseball: But we wish he’d just be quiet.

Pedroia the little pony? Yeah, we don’t think so.

Gov. Patrick sees his opening: How the fiscal crisis gives him a big opportunity.

Fiiight! Bill O’Reilly and Barney Frank shout it out.

That’s all for this week. If you need us, that’s just too doggone bad.