I Wish I Had Something to Say

For those of you that think it is easy coming up with creative, intellegent and engaging topics to write about everyday, well, try it for yourself sometime. I feel a need and a desire to create but nothing is really popping in my mind. So you'll just have to put up with this crap...

The death pool has changed drastically of late. I really didn't think Dana Reeve was in such bad health. But I am most troubled by Don Knots. I am glad no one actually chose him in the Circling Buzzards - he would have been on my exemption list with Joe Nuxhall and Hugh Hefner. But I am happy to see all of the tributes to the great comedian in The Andy Griffith Show marathons. And if you don't like Mayberry you shouldn't be drinking with Otis in the Garden.

I want to write about the Patriot Guard Riders. They are the group of bikers that show up to funerals of military personnel to stop the protests of the Jesus freaks who want to kill all the homosexuals in the country. Actually the bible thumpers are protesting the military for protecting a nation that harbors homosexuals. So they show up to funerals with signs that read things like "Your son deserved to die because he was protecting fags!" But I really don't want to discuss it. Not because we don't discuss politics and/or religious beliefs in the Garden. Mainly I don't want to discuss it because it makes me want to vomit.


So....

We are heading to Florida on Friday. It will be Mo's first vacation and I am sure she will enjoy it. I don't know if we will make it to the beach but we'll certainly spend plenty of time at the pool. She has her sunglasses, bikini and floppy hat. We hope to make it to a ballgame but we ran into a snag. The closest team to see is the Red Sox and they are completely sold out. For Spring Training! So now I officially hate the Red Sox. Before they won the World Series two years ago I always appreciated them as being the underdog. But now that they won the title with the second largest salary in the history of the game they are nothing but big market bullies. It's not my fault the Yankees beat the crap out of you for so many years. The least you could do is let me see my favorite team take you on in March!