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Josh Q. Public: I’ve been first and last. Look at how the time goes past. But I’m all alone at last. Rolling home to you. -Neil Young
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! Tom Glavine. The Mets’ other Tom Terrific. When there is trouble, I’m there on the double. From Atlantic to Pacific,
they know Tom Terrific! Everybody’s waiting for Barry Bonds’ 756th bomb. Everybody’s waiting for A-Broad’s 500th. Not me. I’ll be watching the New York Metropolitans tonight. Meet the Mets. Meet the Mets. Step right up and greet the Mets! Bring your kiddies. Bring your wife. Guaranteed to have the time of your life. Tommy Glavine’s having the time of his life. Tommy Glavine’s on his way to his 300th win. A milestone that still means something. Something big. Something real big. Big Game Tommy has 299 wins. If the Mets’ 41-year-old star lefty gets this win tonight against the Brewers in Milwaukee, he’ll become only the 23rd pitcher to ever do it. After him, among active pitchers, there’s the Big Unit with 284. But Johnson intends on having season-ending back surgery next week and who knows if he’ll 
ever return. There’s Mike Mussina with 244. But with the way Bullwinkle’s been pitching of late, I’d say, not bloody likely. David Wells with 235 and Jamie Moyer with 225. Time just seems to be running out on those cats. Running on empty. Running on. Running blind. Running on. Running into the sun but I’m running behind. Glavine’s not running blind. He just may be the last man to pitch for 300 wins. In an age of pitch counts. In an age of specialization. Long man. Middle man. Eighth inning guy. Closer. In this new age, the 300 win plateau just becomes more and more elusive. So let’s hear it for this two-time Cy Young Award winner. Let’s hear it for this ten-time All Star. Let’s here it for this World Series MVP. Let’s hear it for this five-time National League leader in wins. Let’s hear it for this cat who was drafted by the Los Angeles Kings, five rounds ahead of future NHL star Luc Robitaille. Got spirit. Let’s hear it. Let’s hear it for Tom Glavine.
Public Acknowledgements: Captain Kangaroo, Seymour Seywoff and Jackson Browne
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
to be wreckin’ with. I wreck shop, now pull your leg I beg your pardon. And rock a wicked rhyme like eighty-six at the Garden. We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop. You know we know we know we wreck shop. The Celtics will be wreckin’ shop all right. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Big Al. I hate to see him go. I really do. Twenty-two years old and nothing but up side. Upside out the backside. But we’re talking KG here. The Big Ticket. We’re talking about winning now. Serenity now! And as they say, a ring in the hand is worth two in the bush. Paul 
Pierce, the most unsung baller in the league today, finally gets a stud to play alongside with. Ray Ray to boot? Fuhgettaboutit! Last year, before all the injuries, the Celtics were atop the Hot ‘Lantic. This year, with Garnett, they will be atop the NBA. On top of the world looking down on creation. Russell, Cousy and Heinson. Cowens, Havlicek and Jo-Jo. Bird, Mchale and Parrish. Now, Pierce, Allen and Garnett. Sing it with me bitches, follow the bouncing ball: Happy days are here again. The skies above are clear again. So let’s sing a song of cheer again. Happy days are here again!