Whatever happened to strategy anyway? I look at the so called "strategists" in baseball today, and notice that the big league managers, like Dusty Baker, have no plan when they manage a game. Doubtful? When was the last time anyone ever executed a trick play, like the hidden ball trick? Rarely does anyone even consider stealing home. I would be happy if anyone even considers hitting behind the runner to sacrifice himself for the good of the team. Fundamentals are no longer basic. Everyone wants that next big contract or endorsement, and is in it for himself.
Now let's examine the business world. When do companies ever really carry off real long term strategy instead of pandering to Wall Street analysts. Instead of prostituting oneself, a CEO should just say, the public be damned, I'm going to do what's right for this company, and invest for the future. Perhaps, they could buy a baseball team, like the Cubs!
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So what you're saying is that we've become a short-sighted society? Sort of like Mr. Magoo. Well, actually, he was near-sighted. But he was also short so I think that makes him short-sighted as well.
I think there is a gorilla in the window, and thy name is Magilla.
By George, I was going to jettison this blog until we got so animated. We were just too plane Jane there for awhile.
That was a rabbit quick response while I was playing ping, ping, ping, pong. Right back at you like a richochet!
I thought my comment would be quick to draw a response but your slowness was starting to stick in my McGraw!
Hey, I was faster than a Hurricane on an island, you Hippo
Hey, calm down! Maybe you need to see a Yogi. I don't think you can bear any abuse.
Quit Hound-ing me, I'm about to see I Heart Huckleberry.
I thought you were going to Tennessee for that formal dance. Did you decide it would be too hot to wear a tuxedo?
That's a bunch of Bull-Winkle, Wink:-)
You're making this relationship a little Rocky.
Stop that "relationship" talk. We're not that Chumley!
But I like you since you are usually the Underdog.
Are you trying to Heckle me? I can never tell if you're in your Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde personality.
My point is right Atom, and if you don't get it, I'll stomp you like an Ant.
I'll Betty you're trying to start a Rubble.
listen mister, can't we wipe the Slate clean?
You're right, we really shouldn't quarry about this.
Grand! I'm glad you didn't Pooh pooh or Bah-lk at my suggestion!
Well, you were taking the bront of the abuse and I was afraid you would get saur about it and that would be the end of us and this blog. Now I have to go eat my burger.
That's all Water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned. Let's go out and have some Buffalo wings before things get too Gruesome
I'm sorry but I'm drawing a Blanc and that really Bugs me. I need some inspiration - like a Playboy Bunny.
Now you're getting Daffy as you Duck-ed that last comment!
Actually, I think I was rather Wyle E. when I chose a different Road. Maybe you're just not a runner.
You're like a teenager with Acme, just waiting to explode!
I'm not a teenager. I'm well into my tweetys. I think I'll just flip you the bird.
You're so SYL-ly! I'd rather keep my comments clost to my VEST, bust-ER! Don't be so CAT-ty!
Oh yeah, as if you're like every other Tom, Dick and Jerry!
You're just Chipping away at me like and irritating over played song, like the Farmer in the Dale
You're really goofy. Are you from Pluto? I tell you, this blog is going to the dogs.
Did someone just slip you a Mickey? Quit Mouse'n around!
It must have happened while I was visiting Yosemite, they probably slipped it into my Sam-ich.
Back off! You little Caspar Milquetoast~
Pretty tough talk from a litte pixie. I ought to kick your ass from here to Dixie!
You'd look funny trying to kick me with that Minnie skirt on, but it's appropriate with your Mouse-y personality.
Not to change the subject, but does your car have an automatic transmission or do you have to use a Clutch to make the Car go?
I have an unusual contraption similar to a turbo with a Spinner and Paddle. When I press my Foot, it really goes!
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