Unreal stands up for stooping and encounters a local blogger who only has eyes for the Tampon Fairy. Plus, in a shocking move not seen since the Mesozoic era, the Mississippi River leaves St. Louis!
Unreal snags the rare prostate interview, drops in on a lawyer's blog and cracks open a can of Dinty Moore beef stew (the linchpin of the Pontoon Beach Diet); plus, how many Post reporters does it take to tell us it's really frickin' cold?
flickr/photos/kwmcnuttHard to believe, but once upon a time in America the All-Star Game was a one-day affair. There was no State Farm-sponsored Home Run Derby, no Gatorade All-Star Workout Day, no FanFest, live concerts, or celebrity softball games, where ex-Hall-of-Famers flail around the old ballyard with has-been actors.
Best of all, fans didn't vote, the manager of each team didn't give a rat's petunia about getting everyone into the game, and the damn thing was played
