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Sorry it's been awhile, we've been busy with our day jobs of maintaining the unofficial Joan Jett online fanzine. And no, it's not another blog. IT'S A FANZINE.

Well, our fanbase continues to expand as fast as Meat Hook's waist. Just today we received this pleasant note:

Wah, I want my nachos said...

I love the editorial "we"; don't lose it.

I, too, miss RFK. But I miss "anonymous" more. . .

We couldn't agree more. Anonymous...come back.

Now on to business. Went to the Sunday game last weekend against the Brewers. 33K+ in soon to be named Gaylord Nationals Park. Given the time of the game, I had already eaten so I can't bellyache about the food lines, which according to a friend sitting in 405 we as abysmal as usual. But those tepid hot dogs are so damned tasty after a 25 minute wait.

I CAN however bitch about the lines and service at the Base Line Brews behind 139. Partial to the oddly served (Leinenkugel? Really? You can't just re-brand Dominion like everyone else?) but nonetheless tasty Home Run Ale, I endured a 15 minute wait. Granted, it was my choice...I could have stayed in my seats and downed a Miller Lite like a normal person, but then I couldn't regale my audience with stories of inconvenience AND I would eventually have to vomit my soul for putting that crap in my system. Now, if they would only serve High Life dammit.

The next game on the plan is a weekday against the Cards so I doubt we'll have too many gripes. Weeknight games against teams from small markets aren't usually big draws, but who knows? It is intern season.