Michael Vick Wants A Dog

-
Just catching up on the news.

Miley Cyrus was caught smoking on a bong while Lindsay Lohan has been 100 days alcohol-free. There has to be a joke there somewhere. My Dad used to lead with the line that he gave up smoking and drinking and they were the worst two days of his life. Those are long, lonely days, indeed. Who cares what these little dorks drink or don't drink.

I see that the CEO of Morgan Stanley says that he will personally escort out any person in the company who details leaks of the company bonus. Could that be because the bonuses are too low and he doesn't want to be embarrassed? Not likely, huh? Its because he doesn't want the poor, pitiful American to understand how much they are stealing for their personal yachts and mansions.

Of course, the tax cuts for the rich have been re-upped for two years. Thank God. Now they can create jobs for the minions...or make bigger bonuses of which we will never know.

I see Mike Vick wants a dog. Not a lot of pooches lining up to fill that job vacancy. Can you imagine the lucky dog telling his dog friend?

"My owner is one of the best quarterbacks in the league. Everyone loves him and he's a pretty good guy, except for when he holds my head under water, tazes me with his stun gun, and kicks me in the ribs because he himself is a worthless piece of crap. It's okay though, he told me that he didn't think it was wrong."

What else?

Bob Feller died. Heard an awful lot of him as a pitcher. Wonder what he would have commanded on the free agent market.

Please stop printing the salaries of these guys. It is making it impossible to love sports as we did as children.

"It's a business, it's a business, it's a business."

What about those of us who wanted it to be a game?

Enjoy the Friday.

Lock up your dog.

Don't tell anyone how big your bonus was.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Suits

-
Like a lot of other people we got pulled into the series, ‘Suits’ on Netflix. I’ve never had much fun hanging around lawyers who have questioned me as a construction safety officer. I once testified in a case where the opposing lawyer started questioning me by going through my educational background. “So,” he said, racing to a crescendo, “You graduated from college with a degree in Communications-Journalism and suddenly, 30 years later, you’re a ‘safety expert.’” He actually made the quotation marks with his fingers. I just looked at him. “How does that happen?” He bellowed, sure that he was going to discredit me. “Well,” I said. “I knew I was overqualified to become a lawyer.” The courtroom erupted in laughter. Even the judge chuckled. The rest of his questions landed flat. So, I wasn’t all that keen on a show about lawyers, but ‘Suits’ is great. Meghan Markle became a princess because of the show, and she is very good in it (and a beautiful woman). Yet, there is so much more. The wri
Read more

My Buddy, Dave

-
Way back in 1997, I started working with a steel erection company out of Syracuse. I was coming straight from a long stint with a steel erector here in Buffalo so I knew my stuff when it came to steel erection safety rules. On day one, I met with the safety director and he was just getting started as a safety guy, but man, he certainly cared about the guys he worked with. Dave was a good man from the start. He’d say things like: “You’re so full of beans.” Just a down to earth, hardworking guy who became a fast friend. We drove all around New York State setting up jobs. I always let Dave drive so that I could rest. One fine day, way up North of Syracuse, we passed a state trooper.  I glanced at the speedometer. “You’re screwed,” I said, and seconds later, the lights came on. Dave was beside himself.  The cop stopped by the window, grabbed the license and registration and headed back to his vehicle. “Here’s the thing,” I said. “You’re pissed, but you’re such a good guy that I bet you tha
Read more

Mom & Ollie

-
Image
 Ollie Stadium is a mess. The heavy rains rendered the backyard a mud pit and even though we threw in the side yard, the Big O was looking for more, and we were both covered in mud. I had to take some steam out of him somehow so I suggested we go visit Grandma. Ollie hates the car, but he laid quietly as we made the trip. We even brought the football because there is plenty of room to play at Grandma’s. Mom opened the door and started laughing. I thought about the love she had for every single dog we ever had. Oliver was quick to give my Mom a kiss, and then he stood beside her. The love between Mom and Dogs is a mutual bond. Through the years, Mom would make breakfast for the dogs.  Fried eggs, toast, bacon… She would wrap Christmas gifts for them. “To Jeter, Love Santa,” she would write on the cards. They played with the big chicken that made a lot of noise. Mom tossed the football and Ollie brought it back to her. As the visit drew to a close I headed for the door.  “C’mon, Oliver,”
Read more