Miraclo Miles

Late of the 616: Mission Statement The idea behind a new series of pieces. I’ve been reading and collecting comics since roughly 1968, though comics had begun creeping in at least two years earlier, as my first comic was Fantastic Four #52, the debut of T’Challa, the Black Panther. Full of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby goodness, it was my introduction Marvel’s First Family as they and Johnny’s (the Human Torch) new college buddy Wyatt Wingfoot found themselves in a bizarre, high-tech jungle somewhere deep in Africa. Jack had a typical blast with the bizarre man-made terrain, and Stan & Jack accomplished in one issue what many of the current crop of writers would have taken at least two to do, and they did it better than any of those expanded versions would have likely been. Feel free to picture me shaking my fist at kids and telling them to get off my lawn. People of different ages will have different idyllic ages for their comics, naturally. I'm still often taken aback as I meet f

At least I'll be able to watch a new Fringe tonight Okay, well, the Phillies were clearly out-gunned as some key players failed to perform in the World Series, and they needed at least a couple other players to peak to have a chance against as well-funded and talent-packed a team as the Yankees. It became increasingly clear that the Yankees were getting the Phillies players' numbers enough to connect hard with more than enough of the pitches and to neutralize some of their hitters enough of the time to make them fairly irrelevant. Once we hit game three, the first of the ones to be played back at home, I could see it wasn't going to go well. The loss in game four was for me the critical nail in the coffin as they came back to a point where they could have taken it... only to lose as another set of runs was scored against them. Lidge certainly didn't lose it all by himself, but he was a big part of it. While it was good to see them win game five, keeping their chances