There Goes My Hero

"MINNEAPOLIS -- Hall of Famer Kirby Puckett, the buoyant, barrel-shaped outfielder with the perpetual smile who led the Minnesota Twins to two World Series titles in a five-year span, died Monday at an Arizona hospital.

"In his 12-year career, Puckett won six Gold Gloves, the 1989 batting title and two championship rings. Puckett, whose weight gain in recent years had concerned friends and former teammates, died after suffering a stroke early Sunday at his home in Scottsdale, Ariz. He was 45."



Batgirl speaks for me.

Picture Me With a Cattle Prod

OK, so the influx of appreciations for the ED SF Project has essentially stopped. So I'm looking at you, the folks who read this blog and have signed up to write me something. I'm not glaring. My eyes might be a bit narrowed, but I'm not glaring. Anyway, I can't post what I don't have, and it turns out most of the folks who have promised but not yet delivered are friends of mine, so consider this your official kick in the pants!

And if you want to sign up for a second, or even a third story, let me know. AND if you haven't signed up for a story at all, please consider it. We've had everything from footnoted dissections to two-paragraph love letters to haiku, and everyone from fans to pros to editors to translators to critics and everywhere in between. It's a group hug! Only, virtual, so you don't actually have to touch anybody if you don't want to.

(Please, please, please, send me stuff!)