tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15844294.post3241047478674603748..comments2024-02-29T17:26:44.179-05:00Comments on PawSox Heavy: MAY EIGHTH 1999: RED SOX FORGE TOWARD OHIO, BATTLE CLIPPERSJenkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07978911768335729873noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15844294.post-31884214997726710452009-05-11T12:15:00.000-04:002009-05-11T12:15:00.000-04:00It's intentional. It's supposed to read like a WWI...It's intentional. It's supposed to read like a WWII headline. One of those things I do to amuse myself.Jenkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07978911768335729873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15844294.post-66685406099889483052009-05-10T12:10:00.000-04:002009-05-10T12:10:00.000-04:00So is that supposed to read 2009? Did I miss somet...So is that supposed to read 2009? Did I miss something?<br /><br />If it was a mistake, I can relate. I once wrote something on my blog about Hideki Matsui's rookie year of "1993." Someone pointed it out and I couldn't believe I did it. Because even if I thought "93" instead of "03," you'd think the "19" and the "20" would make it so the mistake couldn't possibly be made. Then I saw someone else do it, and they were also in their 30s. I think this phenomenon only occurs once you reach your fourth decade. I totally remember my elementary school teachers saying "1972" instead of "1982" or whatever, and us all laughing--but it is weird that I'm now doing it AND taking it across centurial and millenial lines.Jerehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13448619048422750447noreply@blogger.com