Commenting on my post
about Million Dollar Baby
last night, Neil directs us nowhere less than McSweeney's
for the final word: Morgan Freeman Buys a Pop-a-Shot Machine.
My high score? Well ... hell, son. Believe me, I wish I could tell you the answers to all of life's questions, I really do. To be on top of it all at one moment, riding high on the joys of success, the satisfaction of great accomplishment, whether it be portraying the president of the United States or narrating the harrowing story of Andy Dufresne or Clint Eastwood's subtly beautiful Million Dollar Baby. This is no small thing. And yet a man hungers still, falls still—far short of his dreams, of the hopes he stores for ages in the quiet longing of his beating heart. And what was the highest score of all? I wish I knew. I truly wish I knew.