Little Yurt on the Steppe

On the road to Cyberia I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Great Eastern Plains. Fortunately, a group of Khalkha nomads took me in and taught me the secrets of life on the steppe. Now, I sit in my yurt, eating mutton dumplings and drinking a weak milk tea as I recount my tales of this Mongolian life.

čtvrtek, října 20

You build a better brand of justice, I'll go ahead and build a dumber breed of criminal

Now, I've heard of people doing some crazy and not-so-crazy things to show their devotion to a favorite sports team or athlete.

Getting a vanity license plate that says "GOKINGS"? Not so crazy.

Getting your favorite team's logo tattooed on your posterior? A little bit crazy.

Naming your child for a playoff hero? Getting a bit more bonkers (though this psychosis has likely afflicted the greater Boston area in the past year, with an alarming proliferation of infants named Johnny, Manny or Ortiz in New England).

Extending the length of your prison sentence so that the number of years matches the number your favorite player wore on his jersey? Needless to say, this is just lunatic asylum insane.

The lawyers reached a plea agreement Tuesday for a 30-year term for a man accused of shooting with an intent to kill and robbery. But Eric James Torpy wanted his prison term to match Bird's jersey number 33.

"He said if he was going to go down, he was going to go down in Larry Bird's jersey," Oklahoma County District Judge Ray Elliott said Wednesday. "We accommodated his request and he was just as happy as he could be.


At least he chose not to honor hockey's Great One, Wayne Gretzky, who wore No. 99.

Or another memorable figure from Boston sports history, Bill "The Spaceman" Lee, a pitcher for the Red Sox who requested jersey No. 337 so that when he came out to pitch at Fenway Park he could do a handstand and have the back of his jersey read "LEE". Of course, that would be more appropriate in the case of this guy.

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