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	<title>Comments on: The Orioles are sniffing around for some starting pitching help</title>
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		<title>By: Old Gator</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[When my dog &quot;sniffs around,&quot; you know what he sniffs? Right, my other dogs&#039;...eh...well, you know. It makes a nice image,a bunch of general managers sniffing each others&#039;...eh, well, you know.  Here&#039;s a great little story from Bertrand Tavernier&#039;s great film &lt;i&gt;Coupe de Torchon&lt;/i&gt;, kind of a goof on the myth about why there are men and women from Plato&#039;s &lt;i&gt;Symposium&lt;/i&gt;: once upon a time there was a party and all the dogs were invited, only the hostess, being a clean freak, insisted that they leave their assholes outside by the door. While they were partying, a wind came up and blew all the assholes around. When the dogs left, they were so drunk each one just grabbed any asshole they saw. And that&#039;s why, to this day, dogs sniff each other, looking for their original assholes.

Seems to me a terrific metaphor for, say, the winter meetings....]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When my dog &#8220;sniffs around,&#8221; you know what he sniffs? Right, my other dogs&#8217;&#8230;eh&#8230;well, you know. It makes a nice image,a bunch of general managers sniffing each others&#8217;&#8230;eh, well, you know.  Here&#8217;s a great little story from Bertrand Tavernier&#8217;s great film <i>Coupe de Torchon</i>, kind of a goof on the myth about why there are men and women from Plato&#8217;s <i>Symposium</i>: once upon a time there was a party and all the dogs were invited, only the hostess, being a clean freak, insisted that they leave their assholes outside by the door. While they were partying, a wind came up and blew all the assholes around. When the dogs left, they were so drunk each one just grabbed any asshole they saw. And that&#8217;s why, to this day, dogs sniff each other, looking for their original assholes.</p>
<p>Seems to me a terrific metaphor for, say, the winter meetings&#8230;.</p>
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