Monday, October 02, 2006
Oh, Hell. It's Monday Again. (OHIM)
Yeah, OHIM is the evil twin of TGIF. He must be destroyed.
Great party Saturday night for TFMCD's 50th....Great! Over 50 pholks showed up to wish her a happy birthday, and we had pretty much the right amount of everything. Of the three coolers packed full of cerveza, we had three Coronas left over. It probably went last, because you have to be desperate to drink that skunky shit. The three orphans are still sitting in my fridge, where they will likely languish until someone shows up here with both thirst and deadened taste buds.
The Fetching Bo secured a set of Adirondack chairs TFMCD has been wanting for a great while, and a bunch of phriends kicked in on the deal. Those things ain't cheap! They look great out in the poolside gazebo, and TFMCD will spend many happy hours out there. A big thanks you to everyone who made it all happen.
Crime Dog Question of The Week: Hey, Crime Dog! What with this Cubs thing last week? You a fan or something?
Mea culpa. Yes, I am a Cubs fan. Second only to the DBacks since their inception, but I was a Cub fan many years before. Why? Hell if I know. I grew up in SE New Mexico, where everyone was a Dodger fan back in the day, and I hate those bastards. I got out of the Air Force in late 1980 after tiring of trekking to some of the least hospitable shitholes on the planet. What's an ex-GI to do? I became a cop, working nights. Satisfied my lifelong baseball Jones by watching the only team on TV during the day in the middle of the week - the stadium-lightless Chicago Cubs. Those were the Cubs of Bull Durham, Bill Buckner, Rick Reuschel, and Lee Smith, and they were awful. Awful or not, there's nothing like Wrigley Field and day games. I wish they'd never have put up those lights, but I guess that's progress. Anyway, the team got a lot better over the next few years, adding guys like Ryne Sandberg, Keith Moreland, Ron Cey, Larry Bowa, and of course, Rick Sutcliffe. That was the team that inspired John to comment last week about being reminded once again of 1984. The team won 91 games, and then waltzed to a 2-0 lead in a best of five NLCS against the Padres. And then stayed right there as the Padres won the next three in a row. Just saying "Steve Garvey" in the presence of Cub fans since then incites both groans and death threats. And Cub fans have their own Bill Buckner (who by then was with the Red Sox) moment to lament, when the superhuman reliability of Leon Durham came to a crashing halt with a through-the-wickets ground ball, allowing home the tying run.
Some things never change. But do we really, really want the Cubs to win it all? Something inside me tells me we would lose something if that happened. But no matter. When they make the playoffs again, I'll be right there hoping for the win.
Unless they're playing the DBacks.
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Great party Saturday night for TFMCD's 50th....Great! Over 50 pholks showed up to wish her a happy birthday, and we had pretty much the right amount of everything. Of the three coolers packed full of cerveza, we had three Coronas left over. It probably went last, because you have to be desperate to drink that skunky shit. The three orphans are still sitting in my fridge, where they will likely languish until someone shows up here with both thirst and deadened taste buds.
The Fetching Bo secured a set of Adirondack chairs TFMCD has been wanting for a great while, and a bunch of phriends kicked in on the deal. Those things ain't cheap! They look great out in the poolside gazebo, and TFMCD will spend many happy hours out there. A big thanks you to everyone who made it all happen.
Crime Dog Question of The Week: Hey, Crime Dog! What with this Cubs thing last week? You a fan or something?
Mea culpa. Yes, I am a Cubs fan. Second only to the DBacks since their inception, but I was a Cub fan many years before. Why? Hell if I know. I grew up in SE New Mexico, where everyone was a Dodger fan back in the day, and I hate those bastards. I got out of the Air Force in late 1980 after tiring of trekking to some of the least hospitable shitholes on the planet. What's an ex-GI to do? I became a cop, working nights. Satisfied my lifelong baseball Jones by watching the only team on TV during the day in the middle of the week - the stadium-lightless Chicago Cubs. Those were the Cubs of Bull Durham, Bill Buckner, Rick Reuschel, and Lee Smith, and they were awful. Awful or not, there's nothing like Wrigley Field and day games. I wish they'd never have put up those lights, but I guess that's progress. Anyway, the team got a lot better over the next few years, adding guys like Ryne Sandberg, Keith Moreland, Ron Cey, Larry Bowa, and of course, Rick Sutcliffe. That was the team that inspired John to comment last week about being reminded once again of 1984. The team won 91 games, and then waltzed to a 2-0 lead in a best of five NLCS against the Padres. And then stayed right there as the Padres won the next three in a row. Just saying "Steve Garvey" in the presence of Cub fans since then incites both groans and death threats. And Cub fans have their own Bill Buckner (who by then was with the Red Sox) moment to lament, when the superhuman reliability of Leon Durham came to a crashing halt with a through-the-wickets ground ball, allowing home the tying run.
Some things never change. But do we really, really want the Cubs to win it all? Something inside me tells me we would lose something if that happened. But no matter. When they make the playoffs again, I'll be right there hoping for the win.
Unless they're playing the DBacks.
