Thoughts of a Common Man

The playbook of a narcissist is to keep their name in the news. Every day there is a fresh pile of crap to deal with. September 11, 2001 was a day that none of us who were here will ever forget. I remember the entire morning, and the feelings of dread. I recall the drive home, and keeping the kids away from the television. Every minute of that day is unforgettable. The huge, orange pile of lies doesn’t seem to have quite my sense of recall because yesterday, for the first time ever, he told the world that he was down at ground zero on that day… …just to see if he could help. (Such a great guy, right?) While he was down there a dramatic shift happened and two big, burly, handsome firemen had to lift him up and carry him through the rubble, saying, “Sir, it’s not safe.” I listened to him say it. Because I really wanted to grasp how someone could make up such a story. He is trying to insert himself as a hero and a victim in the center of the country’s most horrific day. It’s flat-out disg...

There’s a lot of chatter about Melanoma and Pedo Pig splitting up. Yep. Hard to believe because they’ve always looked so lovey-dovey, and they battled through that typical marriage problem where the man gets caught having an encounter with a porn star whilst the woman is home nursing the next family tragedy. They battled through that, and now? Pedo Pig was out on the golf course with his constant companion, Natalie, clapping when he miraculously found his ball in the middle of the fairway after he hit it in the woods. Hilarious. His golf cart is faster than everyone else’s and he races down the fairway and puts his ball wherever he wants to on his way to another club championship. Yet, I’m getting off the topic here. The Internets are alive with speculation about the fact that Melanoma is done and will no longer stand there with a sour look on her puss as he tries to hold her hand. There are so many out there who compare Melanoma to Jackie O. “She’s the classiest First Lady ever!” MAGA...

At the 8th hole, as we waited for the annoying guys ahead of us leave the fairway (every golfer hates the group playing in front of them). I turned and asked: “What’s going to happen with the election?” Everyone had a response. “They’re trying to rig it.” “They lose and they’ll call it rigged.” “It’s already being rigged.” We’ve had free and fair elections for 250 years. There was no proof that 2020 wasn’t free and fair. It appears that 2024 was manipulated by Musk because it was a mathematical impossibility that it turned out as it did. Yet, not wanting to appear to be whiny assholes, the results were accepted. If the results are questioned again - without any proof - just a fat, orange dude bitching: Timeout: Did you see that he’s now a brunette??? Looks absolutely ridiculous. Anywhoha… …more than 60% of the country is truly hanging their hats on the fact that the Oompa Loompa agenda will be destroyed. “They refuse to accept the results we are going to have to do something,” one of t...

I watched a clip of a game between the Rays and Padres. The game itself was crazy as the Rays were down to their final out in a 3-1 game with a runner on first.  The Padres have the best closer in the game, but he gave up a long fly to left that the outfielder made a fine running catch on… .,.except he hit the wall and dropped the ball on the other side - a 2-run homer to tie it. That was dramatic enough, but the camera stayed out there and the man who retrieved the ball on the other side of the wall went absolutely bat shit crazy. I can tell you, I have never been that excited about anything in my life. I watched children being born and I wasn’t as fired up as the guy out there who was celebrating in the Tampa night. He jumped and screamed and ran and then leapt onto a table out there. All the while raising his arms and absolutely screaming. I once got a ball at a Blue Jays-Yankees game. I must confess that it was a rush even though it was hit by Dave Berg, a journeyman infielder ...

The Buffalo Bills new stadium opened up about a month ago. They’ve had a practice and a couple of games, and are currently replacing the grass field because it didn’t go so well, Clumps of grass were coming up. There’s a risk of injury. How does that happen? Now, I don’t know a whole hell of a lot about grass given how my backyard looks. I spent a lot of money on grass seed. I can’t imagine how much money the new field is costing the Bills. Of course, there are a lot of people who are offering their opinion about the situation. Telling the world what they’d do different if they were in charge of the world. It’ll work out eventually, and we won’t ever know the full price tag. The thing that can’t happen is that people start tearing up their knees. If Josh Allen goes down for the year because the grass gave way we are going to hear a lot more about it. As it is now, the home opener is less than two weeks away. Took me a hell of a lot longer than that to cover up the patch of grass in my ...

It’s always weird to me how the entire tide seems to shift once we get past the Labor Day weekend. The air is crisper. School buses are slowing down the daily commute, and I start getting antsy about: The end of baseball season, and the end of golf for the year. I don’t want to shovel anything ever again so I’m keeping an eye on the weather forecasts that show: “It’s going to be a mild winter.” Seriously, that’s what I’ve heard. I pray that’s true, but September is a transition month regardless. And of course, we have to get beyond September 11th. Each year that memory steps up and smacks us all between the eyes. Hard to believe it’s been 25 years.  I was just 36 years old! Hardly seems possible, but on such a date, the memory is vivid. Work wise I was doing exactly what I do now. Sites and reports, with the same clients that I have now. I recall the news reports and making sure that the young kids running around here didn’t see much of the devastation. Seems silly now. As crazy as...