I’m ready as I’ll ever be for my audition tomorrow night. I have the six songs I was sent that the band is using to determine their new lead singer. I have checked out all the videos the band recorded and I even skipped my weekly open mics that I do to practice. I willContinue reading “Anticipation”
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Enough
Here are some pictures displaying my optimism for the opening match for my Manchester United Reds. You will see a considerable “before and after” effect. I don’t like the new manager (Erik (“cue ball, side pocket”) Ten Hag. I think he is arrogant and reminds me of past United managers that just didn’t fit withContinue reading “Enough”
Once They Smell Blood…
I’m talking about closers. It is the reason that I never became a billionaire. I have chronicled my time holding an NASD stock dealer’s license and my up and down career in that arena. The closers were the heartless, callous, rude, pushy assholes who were driving around BMW’s and Porsches, while I drove to workContinue reading “Once They Smell Blood…”
Goodbye and Farewell
The closer I get to my own denouement, the more people that pass into the Next Sphere that have affected my life. I was a Leave it to Beaver guy. Wally (Tony Dow) was the prototypical big brother from the fifties. I suppose he reminded me of my own big brother. Eddie Haskell was money.Continue reading “Goodbye and Farewell”
Lazy Sunday
I can’t wait for fall sports to start back up. The Domestic Despot is off my case today, as she had just a little too much vino last night. I can tell when she is at her limit when she asks to smoke pot. She never smokes pot. Dead giveaway. I practiced a few hoursContinue reading “Lazy Sunday”
Striking Out
It is OK to strike out. Once in a while. In a sport where the players earn millions of dollars (what sport doesn’t pay you millions anymore?) for hitting a ball, you can earn the highest level of fame and accolades if you are successful thirty-five percent of the time. Thirty-five. I was successful thirty-threeContinue reading “Striking Out”
Flying Blind
Or by the seat of your pants, if you will. There was a day for it. The gunslinger. The flashy, frenetic operator that was too school for school. I saw them come and go in several of the arenas in which I toiled. The smooth-talking, hip, trendy metropolitan chef with all the right credentials, andContinue reading “Flying Blind”
Game Day
The time when players step up and perform their best. In high school I practiced hard, maybe not maniac-hard like some of the monsters on the team, but I showed up good enough to keep my backup role intact. Until I pulled my hamstring and Achilles making a tackle. That took me off the rosterContinue reading “Game Day”
Same-o Same-o
I was dining with friends of my father who were from the political arena, in a night of joy and laughter. I slept in a luxury five-star hotel in Paris that cost six-thousand per night. The suite was a palace, replete with Francois, my personal valet. It had a private mud bath and steam roomContinue reading “Same-o Same-o”
My Hottest Hot Streak
…came at the conclusion of the 2008-2009 NCAA football season. I had enjoyed a very mediocre track record what with losing most of my homer Notre Dame bets, but gaining ground on the other games. At the corporate workplace I was being babied at, there was a rule against pools, or any form of gamblingContinue reading “My Hottest Hot Streak”
