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Iron Mike

Netflix is doing the recounting of Mike Tyson’s life. Of course, I was coming of age in the 80’s and lived through his rise and fall. I distinctly remember going to a friend’s house to watch Tyson-Spinks on pay-per-view. We chipped in and settled in and 💥  91 seconds. We had one beer and left. And then I watched his fall when Buster Douglas took him down. My Mom watched that fight with us. She wasn’t a Tyson fan. You haven’t lived until you watch your mother yelling: “Go, Buster, go!” The documentary is fascinating because it’s the rise of a man and his eventual fall, and his fight to just stay alive. He had the marriage to Robin Givens, and how that relationship went to hell.  He reportedly demolished every room in his mansion after an argument. “I didn’t handle that one well.” You remember it all too. The rape charge. Biting the ear of one of his opponents. Getting a face tattoo. Buying a lion. He’s a couple of years younger than me, and while I felt like I’ve lived a full ...

Not Good

Putin and Russia want one thing: To destroy America. There isn’t another way to look at it. And yet, here we are: Siding with Russia over Ukraine. We are actively aiding and abetting a country that attacked an ally. Russia is assisting Iran. We are at war with Iran. The math is easy here, folks. The president and this dog shit administration is on the side of a nation that is killing American soldiers. The math isn’t any more complicated than that. It is basic treason. Right out in the open, and no amount of lying can change the truly simple recap. The reason that was given breaks down to this: “I want the war to end. I want it to end with Russia destroying Ukraine.” That’s his reasoning. Russia attacked Ukraine. The United States had an alliance, and a responsibility to protect the people of Ukraine. And now, the new goal is to help Putin finish the job???? Treason. Russian asset. And America’s future hangs, by a thread, in the balance, and the highlight of the speeches at the rallies...

Social Security Age

Happy Birthday to me, I’ve reached social security age. And it’s weird. The whole birthday concept is crazy, but hard to ignore that it’s ‘your’ day. I headed out to visit Mom yesterday because it should be a bigger day for her!  She did all the work! So, I bought her a few gifts, and asked her what she was doing 62 years ago. “I don’t remember,” she said. So, I did a little remembering on the way home. My 8th birthday, Mom handed me my copy of Wilt Chamberlain’s autobiography. I can vividly recall her handing that to me before school. It’s a humongous book, and I still have it. My 10th birthday was the infamous Little Loop Football game. I rode the bench, and we had an away game in the wind and the cold. I didn’t want to go, but Mom made me, and for the first time all year the coaches put me in the game. I picked off a pass, got tackled, fumbled, and laid in the grass as a kid on the other team scooped up the fumble and took it to the house. I can still taste the dirt. On my 13th ...

A Five-Day Job

Imagine landing the job as the press secretary for the biggest liar in the history of the world. I imagine you’d be excited. It’s a high profile gig, and Katie Zacharia took a couple of cross country trips to be able to open up the Tuesday press briefing. If you had the opportunity to see it, I feel badly for you. I caught some of it, and it was absolutely stunning. She couldn’t read. She was so nervous, and incoherent that I sorta’ felt embarrassed for her. And then the back story. She claimed to be a lawyer. Never passed the bar. She, like most people, is aware that you can’t claim to be a lawyer when you are in fact NOT a lawyer. She stumbled over an explanation by saying that she spoke to colleagues who said that she could pretend to be a lawyer, but she couldn’t claim to be an attorney. Make sense to you? Regardless, she was fired. Her dream job lasted 5 days. And her now former boss, the rotund orange guy… …blamed the media for being nasty to her. He claimed that she is a really ...

BOO! BOO! BOO!!!

The Dodgers bought the last two World Series and their fans seemed thrilled with that, but on Wednesday night they were down in Game 3, at their home ballpark, and suddenly: The BOO’s rained down. To top that, I was at Yankee Stadium in April in 2001. Derek Freaking Jeter started his season in a horrific slump. I think he went about 30 ABs without getting a hit. BOO! BOO!! BOOOOOOO!!! They booed Jeter in April, after the Yankees won the titles in 98, 99 and 00. In November they had their third straight parade and five months later, the fans were booing their captain. Being in the stadium when it was happening was insane to me. I certainly didn’t join in! Rivera got booed. Judge too. Reggie once famously said, “They don’t boo nobody’s.” But I find the thought of booing professional athletes as kinda’ weird. People pay high prices for tickets, so I don’t think they should be silenced when they’re pissed off, but it seems  a lot of fans are simply angry and they spend a lot of time sc...

Wrong Side

Decades back we made a pact with Ukraine. As an ally. We would help them protect themselves against attack, and they would give up their pursuit of a nuclear weapon. Of course, Ukraine was worried mostly about being attacked by Russia, and the United States understood that threat. We promised, on the world stage, to be a friend to the Ukrainian citizens. Of course, in recent years, Ukraine has been treated less Yeah like an ally, and more like a foe. That was made official by this administration and Mad Mogul Mr. Musk. Russia was able to attack directly when Starkink was shut down. It wasn’t shut down by mistake, and it didn’t take long to figure out who HELPED Russia. It’s been 11 years since I posted that Pedo Pig was owned by Russia. I’m just a safety guy wandering around construction site, but I had enough information to declare: “He’s a Russian asset.” Robert Mueller confirmed as much in his report, but that poor man was ignored, verbally abused, and then bashed on the day he died...

The Lantern

Stopped by a hardware store to get a couple of keys made. It was an old-time hardware store and three people came to help me when I walked in the door. I like those kinds of places. As the chatty, happy woman made my keys, I wandered around the cluttered store a little, and my eyes fixed on a propane lantern. My mind shifted immediately to the summer nights at the Barking Lions campsite. I didn’t own a lantern and would have had zero chance of ever lighting it (probably still can’t) but I had a guy for that! Jeff - who coincidentally is celebrating his 63rd birthday today - was the man for the job. He’d light the lantern and then he’d work the pot belly stove. I looked at that lantern for a long time. It looked like the same model that we had back there some 40 years ago, back when we believed those long summer days would never end. And now, here we are. Old bastards now. I’m sure Jeff has a lantern… …and that he knows how to light it. Happy birthday, buddy. Thanks for taking care of u...