Not Hiding, Just Laying Low
I’m not dead, friends and readers. Oh no. Rather alive in fact. I’ve had a houseguest this week and things have been going very well. It wasn’t necessarily supposed to be THAT kind of houseguest, but you know…well…yeah.
In my defense (and not that I think I need one here, honestly) it’s been very honest, no bullshit, no pulling punches or playing house or anything like that. It’s been very good. Freeing. I’m going to pass on giving out details but I can say that sometimes the wrong thing gives you everything that you need for where you are at that moment. Wanna know how I know? Because think of how many times doing to right thing sucks and leaves you with nothing more the knowledge that you did the “right thing”. The converse of something is usually true, and that’s the case here.
So enough about that.
From where I’m sitting, things are good. It’s gorgeous in DC…there’s a Horserace this week (which I have always thought of as Pre-automobile NASCAR.) in case you have been living under a rock and didn’t know. Put on your hats, prepare the pefect drink for the event and get ready to scream “GO BABY GO!!!!” at the guys that didn’t make it in the Lollipop Kids.
Then, sportsfans, it’s fight night. I don’t wanna brag, but you KNOW you heard it here first…and now EVERYONE is calling it the best fight of the past 10 years. Two marquee names…the fight that could reinvigorate the sport…
De La Hoya-Mayweather.
Oh GOD this is gonna be good. The smack talking and general disdain that Floyd has for Oscar has been old school and unrehearsed. This is a man that is fucking tired of knowing he’s pound for pound the baddest man alive but being reduced to playing second fiddle to De la Hoya just because of his marketing prowess. This isn’t staged, this isn’t fake…there is going to be blood and it’s going to come early.
I am not backing off my pick.
Floyd in 7.
That Strat is still there, and it looks like the pawn shop is about to drop the price. The “salesman” said that I should stop by next week, as no one has really looked at it and one more weekend sitting there will drive the owner nuts. I took another look at it and still want to save her. All she needs is to be in the right hands and everything is going to be fine. A new nut…new pickups, new pick guard, buff out the frets, smooth out some of the dings, neck adjustment…set the bridge…yeah.
She’s going to be just fine.
Kid brother’s newest addition should be arriving any day now. As he says “Just COME OUT!!!”. Her name is Brooklyn Parker and we are all sitting on pins and needles waiting on her. Much like her mom though, she’s holding out to make an entrance. And, about the name…thoughts? I think for a Red Sox household, that’s an ironic name. Should I send up a Yankees set of infant PJ’s now?
And he swears that this is the LAST ONE. No more. 3 is enough. I hypervenitllate at the thought of one…but 3? WOW. He’s a better man than I! And he doesn’t drink…at all…
It’s like a superpower I tell ya.
Don’t look now, but the Yankees are coming back to life. All you hatas better get it out of your system now, b/c by the All Star Break we’ll be in first.