Conned by an ex-con
My Cooler runneth over.
Seriously, fellow-dwellers. Where do we begin after one of the most memorable weekends in the history of sports, second only to that weekend back in '60 when Cassius Clay composed his first rhyme, Arnold Palmer hitched his pants for the 1,000th time, and Mickey Mantle passed Babe Ruth on the all-time Cocktails Consumed list?
Wait a minute. That weekend never happened. This one did.
So, where to start?
Paris? Japan? The Bronx? Belmont Park? At Mike ...
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