East of Boston

Stuff Of Interest To God Knows Who

New Cape Cod WEEI Outlet

I was pleased to come back home from Maine and find a clear WEEI radio outlet on Cape Cod. For all you tourists, you can get the Red Sox and the sports talk on 96.3 FM. If you want sports talk- but, for whatever reasons you may have, you don't want to listen to WEEI- on the upper Cape, try 1340 AM, which runs ESPN Radio out of New Bedford.

Even in this age of cable packages with like 25 sports channels on them, you can not overstate the value of turning on the radio in the car and hearing a nice hour of angry talk about the fifth starter on the Red Sox.

I also like WEEI because they are the radio home of Cedric Maxwell, who is my second favorite all-time Celtics announcer, after Johnny Most. I had a doll for much of the early 1980s that was named "Max" after him. The doll was a duck, but it didn't matter to me at the time.

Here's Cornbread on video:

Wareham Man In Crazy Crash!

Big ups to Stunning Steve at the Lukoil in Wareham, who forwards us this video of local (Wareham) drag racer Scott Filkins blowing a tire at 228 mph in a souped up, nitro-burning 2006 GTO. He then does a hard-core montage of twisted steel, deployed parachute, exploding tires and general mayhem that makes us all love NASCAR so much.

I added the link, because I've had some trouble linking non-YouTube videos.

  http://www.competitionplus.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=8040&Itemid=6

The Colonel and Stunning Steve can watch this stuff all night, although I get lost when they start getting specific. All of us watched the crash with a sense of joy because A) Scott was the one who gave us the link, and he was perfectly healthy because B) you can drive straight through Hell in a NASCAR and not get a scratch.

All cars should be designed like NASCARs, because there are fewer things we need more than the ability to drive 228 mph and suffer devastating crashes with impunity. "Impunity" = "$300,000," of course.

Speaking of crazy brushes with Death...

My friend Wade was reaching under a shed for something, when WHAMMMM... he comes out with a rattlesnake on his arm! The little f*cker had both fangs in him. He killed it by bashing it off a wall.

There was no question of it being a rattlesnake, as Wade is from Louisiana. The doctors didn't ascribe to that logic, so Wade produced the carcass and threw it on the emergency room desk. They were quick to provide the antidote after that.

I'd have nightmares for decades about such a thing, but Wade- as a Louisianan- couldn't give a sh*t. That's par for the course down there. "Sh*t, it was just a baby... maybe a foot and a half long."

Rattlesnakes are very, very rare in Massachusetts. They are generally only found in Blue Hills, although one or two seem to prefer bayfront living. Our local rattlesnake is the Northern Copperhead (youdontreallycare  whatthelatinnameis), which is one of the less poisonous of the Pit Vipers, but it can still f*ck you up something fierce.

I wish this guy got bitten: