The Magnificent ... wait, what?
This isn't really "do the math." It's barely even "do the arithmetic," since it more or less boils down to "take your shoes off and count, being sure to stop at the seventh little piggy."
Astute readers will note that by now, the image has been, erm, updated, as shown at right, though there's still a stray arm in there that looks like something from the Big Soviet Encyclopedia days. But the prose is still its magnificent self:
This week, we finally get to see six of these seven samurai clash -- in showdowns that have everything except Yul Brynner! -- and if we've already broken the three-reference-per-sentence barrier, you know this week is good, before we even get to the Dysfunctional Power Rankings and Flinch Bowl.
Thanks to the alert Philadelphia bureau for the catch -- and thank you, toy departments everywhere.
Astute readers will note that by now, the image has been, erm, updated, as shown at right, though there's still a stray arm in there that looks like something from the Big Soviet Encyclopedia days. But the prose is still its magnificent self:
This week, we finally get to see six of these seven samurai clash -- in showdowns that have everything except Yul Brynner! -- and if we've already broken the three-reference-per-sentence barrier, you know this week is good, before we even get to the Dysfunctional Power Rankings and Flinch Bowl.
Thanks to the alert Philadelphia bureau for the catch -- and thank you, toy departments everywhere.
2 Comments:
There are seven excellent teams, and one who's there to make up the numbers.
You can't argue with their criteria on including players: "Ah, cut out the guy at the left. That'll make seven." Can't get any more solid than that. Of course, they did leave a bit of his shoulder.
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