Yappy, yappy, yappy. Its never enough. What you did yesterday matters not in the least, what you do today and tomorrow is all that counts. Well, so long as you didn't fuck things up yesterday, that is.

Always a never ending voracious appetite for coverage and more coverage. Like a junkie in need of another fix.

Such is the life of a flack.
Lovely.

But on the other hand, Jul 22, 1926, Babe Ruth caught a baseball at Mitchell Field in New York. The ball had been dropped from an airplane flying at 250 feet.