Yesterday marked my first trip to the legendary Jersey Shore in order to celebrate the birthday of friend of randomness, Mr. Ken Goldstein. If it was fried, alcoholic or took quarters we were all over it. The company was, of course, outstanding (including a couple of other folks who happen to have blogs that you should be reading). Oh, and the fried Oreos? Amazing. I kid you not...

On a sad note, my vast and pointless baseball knowledge is currently taking a huge hit. I could have sworn that Thurman Munson was elected into the Hall of Fame posthumously. Nope. Damn.