The Pale Hose threw Hondo a rope last night, taking care of business against the Mariners to bring him up to only 1,825 clendenons below sea level.

Today, in the Lynn-Dickey matchup, Mr. Aitch, ignoring the Post-Dramatic No-No Letdown Syndrome that is sure to grip Citi Field, will take the snap, drop back and throw 10 units at the Metamucils. Also, 10 on Cain to come up huge for the Giants, as usual.

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Rielle Hunter has a tell-all memoir about her affair with John Edwards coming out this month called: “What Really Happened: John Edwards, Our Daughter and Me.” A more appropriate title would have been: “The Dirtbag And The Skank” … Another cannibal has struck, this time in Joppatowne, Md., where Alexander Kinyua gnawed his way into the news. There’s a pay-per-view event waiting to happen if some enterprising promoter could bring Kinyua and Rudy Eugene — aka the Miami Muncher — together for a no-nibbling, all-you-can-eat flesh feast. “Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Cannibal Night in America …”

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