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...seen Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore and the recurring "S.N.L." skit "Canteen Boy," then you can piece together Sandler's stupid, H2O obsessed, bayou-bred mama's boy Bobby Bouchet. Bobby has been relentlessly tormented all of his life by the University of Lousiana football players to whom he unwaveringly delivers "cold, clear, liquid goodness." In the opening scene, Bobby demonstrates his occupational dedication by distilling and purifying every drop of water, which he distributes to the players with a contraption reminiscent of the Ghostbusters' particle-beam backpacks. The waterboy is fired after Coach Red (Jerry Reed) decides that the players...
...team did have lots of that heart tugging. Several of the players' parents were in the hospital: Brosius' dad with cancer and Pettitte's with heart trouble. Yankee fans rallied around Wells after he suffered "your mama" jokes from opposing fans who didn't realize that his mother had recently died. Strawberry, the recovering troublemaker, was hospitalized with colon cancer in the middle of the play-offs. So everybody stitched his number on their hats, even ex-teammate Jim Leyritz, who played on the opposing Padres. Hernandez pitched his first American season after paddling on a boat to escape from...
Still hungry like the wolf? The food theme continues as WFNX Leftover Lunch presents John Taylor Terroristen, formerly of Duran Duran. 9 p.m., Mama Kin Music Hall, 36 Lansdowne St., Boston, 536-2100. $10 in advance, $12 at the door...
...mama is so fat, when she hauls ass, she has to take two trips. Yo mama is so old, I told her to act her age and the bitch died. Yo mama is so stupid, it takes her two hours to watch 60 Minutes. Jokes like this may be off limits, but papas are fair game when Amazon Slam, an all-woman poetry slam kicks off tonight. The evening also includes comedy from Michele Balan and Diva Mama 7:30 p.m., Ryles, 212 Hampshire St., Inman Square...
...breezy guitars that ring like wind chimes; crisp, jazzy vocals. A few of the songs attack pop radio ("Boring!" she sings). On other numbers Mitchell gets more personal, recounting her mother's disapproval of a live-in boyfriend. Mitchell's reply: "For God's sake!/I'm middle-aged, Mama." And on the album's best song, Harlem in Havana, Mitchell summons up childhood memories of sneaking off to watch risque carnival sideshows. "Aunt Ruthie would have cried," she sings. "If she knew/We were on the inside...