Saturday 06/25/2011 by jackl

PHISH SHOWS ARE UNIQUE, SOME METAPHORS

They are akin to snowflakes and fingerprints, Phish concerts, Bloody Mary's and potato salads.

While they share common characteristics, no two are just alike."

Kevin Stevens, a sports columnist writing in the (Endicott, NY) Press and Sun Bulletin, about golfers' different styles of swings in the Dick's Open Golf Tournament.

http://www.pressconnects.com/article/20110624/SPORTS/106240395/Stevens-column-All-shapes-sizes-Dick-s-Open-swings-is?odyssey=mod|newswell|text|FRONTPAGE|s

Comments

, comment by AugustWest420
AugustWest420 This is pretty awesome!
, comment by GnarnianRanger
GnarnianRanger Definitely the first time I've ever seen Phish compared to potato salad. Yet strangely fitting.
, comment by Lemuria
Lemuria Queue #jadedvet routine criticizing all recently produced potato salad
, comment by tmwsiy
tmwsiy @GnarnianRanger said:
Definitely the first time I've ever seen Phish compared to potato salad. Yet strangely fitting.
I felt the same way about Bloody Mary's. Sometimes spicy, sometimes potent, sometimes great with weed, but always enjoyable.
, comment by calico4twenty
calico4twenty this is my home town newspaper..i thought it was pretty awesome when i was reading the paper this morning.
, comment by Dressed_In_Gray
Dressed_In_Gray @Lemuria said:
Queue #jadedvet routine criticizing all recently produced potato salad
Oh, God, where to begin? They used to devil the eggs occasionally before, now the eggs are deviled every time, and there's too much relish, they never use red potatoes anymore, and are playing Possum way too often!
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