Before I begin, I would like to thank the people who rated me and especially the ones who have left such kind remarks... A pretentious buffoon, who, though grown, still eats monster cereals such as Frankenberry and Booberry. (This is true) What kind of adult eats such nonsense still? An imbecile obsessed with the psychedelic rock twenty years or more before his time, enamored of 19th century baseball players, lunatic that encompasses all of the worst stereotypes of the divers groups that make up the fool in the first place. Ridgewalker's baseball like tribute is gratefully appreciated, but they fail to address the fact that in little league the subject of the review hit about a buck fifty ( though he was a pretty good fielder). Geez, Ridge, why didn't you put my Social Security number, age, occupation, highest degree earned, address and my grandfather's favorite type of vegetable down too? ( Just kidding you buddy) There's something for everyone to hate in this opinionated and acerbic moron- a smoker, bad dresser, shorter than the average guy, the quintessential Boston driver, left leaning in general, even a defender of early Chicago ( the band). Oh, and in an interracial relationship too for all you Bob Jones U. fans out there. I can't think of a more loathsome reviewer off the top of my head, a fatuous, despicable freak...