I can’t do this thing until the national writers and the beats get the quote machine flowing. So I’m often a victim of circumstances, a stooge of the confederacy of dunces that masquerade as the gods of baseball, a prisoner of the white lines on the infield...
Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, it’s said. Therefore it behooved me to find something to do during rain delay theater. Naturally my thoughts turned to Berwyn, given the time, and Sven obliged my not-very-dormant Creature Features jones with a viewing of the original Wolf Man. Maria Ouspenskaya reminds me of my maternal granny, who vas Hungarian and made the best pastries.