Just saying

I have already established that the flagship of my restaurant empire will be called "Gout," but following up on the Kenmore dining discussion (which thus far has not encompassed the inexplicable survival of the Uno's in the formerly cursed location on the corner of Brookline and Beacon) I think I'd also like to open a more casual place near Fenway called  "Foul Territory." It will be modeled loosely on Snake & Jake's in New Orleans, but will serve only hotdogs, and play only Peaches and the Electric Six. Y'all come! Also, following up on the just saying category, I happened to catch a portion of the Braves' team calling last night's Braves-Sox game--they are fine, if unfamiliar, but it was jarring to hear the radio guys constantly shilling tix. No need for Joe and Jerry to do that, which may be why they have the have the opportunity, between and during pitches, to recall occasions where they have seen portions of The English Patient on hotel cable. Still it is very sad. The Braves have consistently pretty successful for more than a decade, but cannot fill their park, or even give away playoff tickets. The solution is clear. It has been long enough. It is time for the Braves to come home. Among other things, it would make my dad happy. Sadly, their home has fallen into the hands of that kleptocracy on the Charles, but I'm sure they'd listen to a reasonable offer.