Shoot, anybody that can get a “professional” a summer job where you make 12 million dollars over the summer, on your own terms is flat out a bad ass mofo. The ‘Neckmath I use, convertin’ that down to my pay period amounts to a million a week. That’s damned sure not bad pay if you can get it.

Don’t get me wrong here, I dig the Rocket. In my book, pure class bad ass. And goody goody for my homey in houston. Somethin’ tells me my Red Legs’ 1.5 game lead over the ’stros ain’t gonna be around 30 days after June 22, if it lasts that long to start with…

Keep smokin’ them stogies Marcus… I’m sure I’ll recognize the GBSEG about it next time we meet.

Yesterday, in order to try to have some semblence of a Memorial Day cookout, after I was done fishin’ with my buddy, and carryin’ him to the Kroger’s so he could shop, see, he got a DUI last Friday…  He’s polish, and when they caught him, he was drunk…, I decided to treat us all to somethin’ we don’t do as much as we used to.  I decided to get some steaks, and propane, and fire up the grill.  I’d have bought 4 Porterhouse’s if they’d had ‘em, but my late arrival to the butcher trough left only one.  Rest easy meat lovers, there were plent of T-Bones.  One Porterhouse, two T-Bones, a Chicken-ka-bob, some baked ‘taters, and a propane tank later, I was cookin’ with gas.

Turns out, between my eye’s, which are much bigger then my stomach, I was left with ’bout half of a 1&1/2 inch thick porter house to … devour later.  Now that I’m thinkin’ ’bout round two with that big piece…  I’m also thinkin’ of carryin’ it ‘crossed the street and givin’ Big Al a shot at it.  Really.  Hell, he’s livin’ on two 1/2 cups of chow a day, and that’s just wrong, but the reason that I’m not sold that it’s a done deal is because I don’t want to show up tomorrow to another chocolate puddin’ catastrophe…  His require a HazMat crew to deal with and I’m fresh out of them orange bubble-headed suits.

I might just cut him off a hunk of it, and drop it in there with the chow.  Yeah, I know he ain’t gonna taste it.  It’s just another piece of meat to him, but if it’s in his bowl, he’s gonna wolf it down now…  Besides, she’s been feedin’ him chicken every now and then.  I guess she figured it’s better for his heart.

I’m tempted to drop the whole damned thing over there… bone and all…

It has been, for more reasons then all the obvious ones.

She split the shack today. Didn’t have to. Could’ve stayed. Walked instead.

“Please dont burn my stuff”… “Please don’t change the locks”… “Please don’t take our children away”…

“Thanks for supper. Bye.”

Ok, you stuff is safe from fire, unless I get really really cold next winter, the locks, no problem, I’m not kickin’ you out so why’d I change ‘em? You left… Children, hell, they’re the things that we truly did make together. You own ‘em as much as I do, and neither of us do for much longer. Truth be told, neither of us do now. They own themselves, we’re just here to care for ‘em and try to show ‘em the difference between right and wrong.  Thanks for helpin’ me out with that last one.
Supper? Glad you liked it.  Bye back.

Big Al might have found a new place.  That’s cool.  I’m hopin’ hard for him.  He’s alright…

I swear. There’s a new baseball season here in Ohio. It’s the same ol’ shit, over and over again. I am biased, no doubt, but not unjustly biased. ‘Neckson is the best damned short stop in his class. He’s proven it to serveral sets of coaches, but every time he gets a new coach, they all want to plug the Assitant Varsity Baseball coaches boy in. His boy’s no slouch now. Hell, he’s a great athlete but he’s got a passion for hot doggery instead of just puttin’ the fucker out and takin’ care of business.  He’s lacks in focus, and he’s lackin’ in “situational awareness”. You can’t have that at short stop. It will cost you games…

It took the freshman coaches earlier this year a little while to figure it out, and I reckon’ it’s gonna take the latest “newbie” a while to figure it out. After a couple of attempted ESPN hightlight plays gone bad that don’t pan out, maybe, just maybe, they’ll figure out who takes care of business in a business like manner at that spot.

Shoot, I’m through tellin’ the boy to just keep playin’ tight and right and people will notice, hell, I’ve been preachin’ that for 15 damned years. I’m ready to just say “fuck it son”, enjoy center field. And he does. He’s good at that too. So is his “competition”, but you’ve got to be much more aware of situatations in a game if you’re at short stop then you do if you’re in center field. I’m just sayin’. I’m tired of that shit. Fuck it… I’ll just go to the games and giggle I reckon’…

I’m tryin’ to myself. Took a half day off yesterday, and while it wasn’t as productive of a fishin’ day as I’d hoped, I did catch the most crappie, and the biggest bluegill. Damned bass were tight mouthed yesterday.

I fell asleep on Joyce’s couch last night after walkin’ and feedin’ big Al. Woke up about 5:00 this mornin’ with a stiff neck. Big Al, hell, he was alright with my crash pad. I was too. I was … tired. He was lonely. Downside, hell, nobody here is here. Wife spent night at “friends” place, so did daughter, so did son. My dogs didn’t get shit yesterday as far as time out of the kennels go.

It’s approaching noon, and I’m already loaded up and ready to return and fish some more today. There are a crapload of campers out at the club this weekend. My fishin’ buddy Sam, no, no that Sam, Buckeye Sam, introduced me to a fella out there that brought his own damned “Kegerator”. That fucker is awesome. Simple, I know, but being out there and being able to fish, and bein’ able to get a beer if you run out without havin’ to go to the store is awesome! I dig it.

Man, on top of that, Fred, had a fryin’ pan I bet was 4 foot in diameter. That was one big sumbitch of a fryin’ pan now. Huge. He’s gonna fry some fish and some taters sometime this weekend. I hope I’m ’round when he does it.

Well, this weekend is special, for a lot of reasons. I remembering an uncle. A Sailor. Taught me a lot of things I’d have otherwise never learned. He’s gone now, his brother, another Sailor isn’t. I see him every now and then.

Think of someone you knew in the service that’s made your life better or more enjoyable. It shouldn’t take long… but it can if you want it to.