Was just searching the Internet for a blog posting I'm about to do about the "real" Bob Glauber, and I came across this item that publicizes my incessant need to rib you about your penchant for massive blog posts. 
A website called "Cantstopthebleeding.com" quotes me poking fun of you for your then-record accomplishment of 18 blog posts in a single day. And Best, the website even has bookmarked your fine blog. Congratulations. You haven't mentioned this one, so you'll have to give the guy a shoutout in a future post, the way you do anyone who writes about you.
As our distinguished colleague Dave Anderson, who recently announced his retirement from the New York Times, would say: what a business.
By the way, Best, the "real" Bob Glauber is a tad more impressive than the "real" Neil Best, that hooligan rugby player who apparently couldn't get onto the field in that match you wrote about the other day. You know, the article that attracted all that reaction from the 35 rugby enthusiasts on Long Island.
The "real" Bob Glauber really is an important fellow, it turns out.
I'll post later.
In the meantime, while you're in the basement blogging away in your jammies tomorrow, I'll be in Philly checking in on the Eagles before their big tilt with the Giants. Blog away, Best. I'm still a few days away from getting that thingamajig card that allows you to blog from anywhere on the planet, so I can't possibly keep up.
Not that I'd really want to if I could. You can have all the Hillary Duff posts you like. I liked her movie when she went to Italy and became a rock star.
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I'm not sure what the heck you're talking about, but I do remember the old days when I actually used to go to the NovaCare Center and talk to coaches and athletes and stuff. I miss the coffee machine at the NovaCare Center and the ornery Philly writers who yelled at out-of-towners for sitting at their cubicles. I don't miss the part about talking to coaches and athletes.
Check the posting above, Best, and you'll understand.
I'll have to check out the coffee machine at NovaCare. I think it's one of those custom espresso jobs.
The Philly writers aren't so bad.
I still like talking to the coaches and athletes. Really.
B.G.,
So are you a Pat's man or a Geno's man?
so you're parlaying your near disaster of nearly not being able to file your stories last week into an air-card? Nice, now you'll never have to leave your bar stool at Changing Times. :-)
B & G:
Yes, that air-card thing will be nice ... Geno's or Pat's? Neither. Honestly, just not a big cheese steak guy. Sorry, that's heresy in Philly.
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