Close, but no...

Did someone just tell me the Red Sox are 0-2?

Keep trying, boys.

You may have Mariano's number, but Jeter has your's on speed dial. Walk off homerun in the bottom of the ninth. Sure, he's dumb as a stump and I continue to be dumbfounded as to why women think he's so hot (must be all the money), but cheers to Derek for this one.

My office chair has 24" rims and bumps:

Peggy Lee - Black Coffee And Other Delights
(two discs of strings, bongos, and that voice...)

Duke Ellington - Newport Jazz Festival 1956
(Paul Gonsalves, TWENTY-SEVEN choruses; that's right; TWENTY-SEVEN!)

Orbital - Orbital 2
(glorious, enrapturing trance in a plain brown wrapper)

Christoph De Babalon - If You're Into It, I'm Out Of It
(from black ambient to brain-jarring techstep; minimalist and evil; goody)

Body Count - Body Count
(Beatmaster V - worst drummer... ever; T still kicks butt, though, L&O SVU be damned)