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you missed it. jw

nope. the ones with Queen Elizabeth on the front. jw

R.Rich of course. sorry, GG. jw

i too have gotten really into the DBTs over the past year, ever since i latched onto "Creation's Dark." what an ambitious piece of work, filled with an eclectic mix of music, some of it countrified, but in a very good way. i have picked up Decoration Day and don't know why i haven't made it through their whole catalog just yet, including Hood's solo stuff. they strike me a little like Blue Rodeo, but far more mature and developed. helps, too, that they've got a Replacements influence behind them now, Peter Jesperson, the man who first discovered the Mighty 'Mats, and thought enough to see them through their first albums. what's also curious is part of their tour this year will be with Petty. it's somewhat ironic, considering The Replacements final record label had them touring with Petty in a bid to show the fall-down drunks how a "real pro" band tours. didn't work. the 'Mats, true to their rock and roll spirit, rebelled. Petty at least got something out of it by ripping off the line, "Rebel without a clue." hope the same don't happen to the DBTs. one question: who is this Shonna Tucker, and when did she formally join the club. her voice provides a wonderful counterpoint to everything else that's going on. jw

a few bills, but more important, bragging rights over 12 other poolies. jw

ah, but of course, RR. sorry to potentially, ahem, disagree, but it can't be that simple, can it? jw

having ripped on green day and jack white and celine dion and the drek dave matthews has been spewing for quite some time, i thought it might be important to point out that The Drive By Truckers might just well be the best band out there at this moment, and maybe one of the consistently best outfits to put out music this past decade, lady gaga, michael bubble and justin biever be damned. got my ipod cranked and suddenly "George Jones Talkin' Cell Phone Blues" came on. and that was a B-side. then there's the DBT's "Ghost to Most." i know i'm stepping on toes, here, but don't much care, because i just might catch someone searching for something real good, that might never make it on Broadway. jw

i won my hockey pool! hurrah. jw

if this board, as you claim, is so superior to the baloney some of us in the media distribute, well, i for one am left wanting in this discussion which you yourself began. my problem with some posters is how they're capable of taking an initial stand and, when challenged, seem to fail to back it up. you suggest that i've been negative and, by the inference made in your initial post, out of touch with the team that i cover. i've questioned your statement and gotten nothing in response. if you have valid criticisms, i'd be happy to respond. imperfect as i am, what i don't like is being called "negative" without you explaining why you think so. sincerely, jw

leading my hockey pool with two days left. up by 8. jw

we do talk about what we know. they're called published stories. what Beerball might be referring to are snippets of information we gather that are either off the record but more often unsubstantiated, which falls into speculation. more often than not, off the record stuff can be published. but it's a better practice to use a named source than not. as exotic as it might sound to use "according to sources," having a name behind that source provides far more oomph for the story to be believed. also, i am not in the business to speculate. and any story that i break, i do so on the wire, and through the oversight of editors. it is not my job to break stories here. jw

yet, i have faith that there will always be a national and local media, in one form or another. i say this because there will always be a demand for informed information, and businesspeople who will figure out a way to distribute it for a profit. The AP, for example, was essentially the Internet before there was an Internet. i have no problems with Coach Sal, Nevergiveup et al. they've proven they have certain insights. the key is to maintain that reputation by breaking stories and then, somehow figuring out a way to make a living out of it. the trouble with the modern age, i find, is that it is far too easy to spread disinformation and speculation by calling it fact. jw and yes, let's all pray that the Jameson well remains full.

dude? negative? in what sense? jw

what is it that makes your post "official?" though there are some very informed posts on this board, i find there are numerous ones that are ill-founded, far-fetched and downright unintelligible -- and that's even after SKOOBY left. if the "real info" you're referring to is Michael Vick's arrival in August, or Bill Cowher's arrival in December or, the latest, how the Bills should part with a first-round pick to land Brandon Marshall, well, excuse my for being a little perplexed and confused. just my two cents. jw

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you spelled taking wrong. jw

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boooo! jw

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was it the 21 "e's", the preponderance to shout with all caps, or the porn/vaseline comment that tipped you off? tee-hee jw

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