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We're about a week late to this, but our All Star panel of SFist judges (consisting of David Hasslehoff, Allan Colmes, and the Drama Prairie Dog from YouTube fame) have come up with a winner of our "Rename Dodger Stadium Contest"—Brooklyn, by arblatt. This was actually a hard decision because “guest” posted two of our favorite entries, “Chavez Latrine” and “Hell” and as we don't know whom "guest" is, we can't give them anything. So congrats, arblatt, for not just your spiffy answer, but for actually following the rules

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Flipping through the radio this morning, we caught an interview with Bill Romanowski on the Sarah and No Name show. No Name pretty much fawned over him while Sarah fawned not necessarily over him but over his new protein drinks. Callers, however, didn't just fawn over him but slathered over him too, mainly for what they kept on saying was for "bringing passion to the Raiders." The subtle dig, of course, being that the Raiders don't have any passion anymore and need another Romanowski type to step up and give the Raiders a swift kick in the patootie.

As you might have noticed, we've been enjoying ourselves at Sketchfest. You've also might have noticed that we've partnered up with them. Which is why we're pretty excited about today's, last minute, giveaway. Because we're going to give away five (that's five!) pairs of tickets for tonight's SF Sketchfest to Paul Reubens. You know, Pee Wee Herman.

Last week's winner, the Bay Guardian. What do Carter and Bush have in common? Problems with Schwarzenegger's health insurance plan. Someone missed the sarcasm in Tim Redmond's column about wifi. Steven T. Jones is working hard this week, covering not only Fake Question Time on the blog but also the trademark fight over Burning Man. Cover article: There's only six quail in the Presidio now, and they're all male. Is the Presidio like the Castro for quail? Sonic Reducer on the careerism in pop. Hey, Pee Wee Herman's coming to Amoeba on the 21st for a DVD signing. New fancy restaurant in the Presidio. Is quail on the menu? And David Cross's horoscope: He's reached the end of a wicked stressful cycle! We hope we didn't contribute to that.

In a shocking turn of events, the online voting in the Sonoma-Marin fair's World's Ugliest Dog competition has been tampered with!

Have a grey suit? How about some cake make up? A red bow tie? If you do, then we recommend you turn out for tomorrow's Paul Reubens Day celebrations. That's right, fourteen years to the week after Paul was arrested in a Florida porn theater loving himself as much as we love him. Teaming up with the kids at the Center for Sex and Culture and San Francisco Superstar Peaches Christ, this year promises to be the biggest and best so far.