Thoughts of a Common Man

The Sabres have a Game 7 tonight. I was surprised to read that they’ve only had one in their history - which they won - about 20 years ago. Got me thinking of Game 7’s. First one I remember was the Knicks over my Lakers team with Wilt and West in 1970. The Knicks won 113-99. I remember it because I cried! I also recall Yankees over Red Sux in 2003 in the Aaron Boone game. Yankees came back to beat Pedro in that one. Of course, there were crushing game 7’s in 2001 and 2004 that won’t be mentioned. It’s a sick feeling, really. I imagine I’ll feel tense. Super Bowl’s are Game 7’s in and of themselves and Buffalo hasn’t had much luck there. I have a good feeling going into this Game 7. This team doesn’t quit. But, ‘anything can happen in a game 7’ is a cliche for a reason. Come on Sabres. I don’t want to cry again.

Kathy was talking to me on Saturday morning. A story that I wasn’t quite all tuned in on because I was watching a video on how to rid one of a slice. I’ve been playing golf for a long time and I’m usually fairly automatic off the tee, but this year I’ve felt off. … anyhow… …back to the story. “Were you even listening?” Kathy asked. “Truthfully, no. I’m thinking of hitting a bucket of balls.” “Yeah. Just go.” Golf is peaceful. Even a bucket of balls allows you to think of other things, and let your mind wander. I thought of my lifelong friends Jeff and Kathy becoming grandparents again as my Goddaughter, had a baby girl. Welcome Carrie Joan! Awesome. I considered the death of a longtime friend from my hometown. He was a Mets fan and we laughed a lot through the years, going back and forth about the Mets and Yankees. Too young, and I’ll miss him. And I swung the club without paying attention to the tips I got online. The ball went straight. Emptied the bucket and returned home. “How’d it...

I received a request to meet a new client on a job site. Easy enough. I was told that their safety guy would be meeting me at the site, and that we’d walk it together. I’ve met a lot of young safety guys, and for the most part I’ve been thoroughly unimpressed, but my first impression was that he seemed like a good kid… “Why do you look familiar?” He asked. “I’ve been around forever,” I said. We continued the walk-around and the site was in good condition. The kid (in his early 30’s) was doing a good job. We walked up a huge hill that was about a half-mile jaunt. When we got to the top I mentioned: “Not gonna’ lie, that hurt a little on a Friday afternoon.” He stopped. Just looked at me. “Hey, didn’t you win the safety award from the WNY Safety Council?” “Yeah, guilty,” I said. “Dude, you’re a legend,” he said. “Congrats.” “I’m old,” I said. “They were telling me that the end is near.” “Still,” he said. “Most people don’t get an award on the way out.” Again, he made me feel old… …I thou...

Nick Gilder, who wrote the song, ‘Hot Child in the City” felt the need to put out a statement saying that he wasn’t writing about a literal child. Complete lunacy, and pretty sad that Gilder had to put out such a statement. First off, it’s a good song.  Secondly, can we stop doing this garbage? I read ab article about how horrible ‘Friends’ was because they seemingly downgraded women with some of their jokes. Springsteen has a song called, ‘I’m On Fire’ that begins with the lyric, “Hey, little girl, is your Daddy home’ mostly because it rhymed with ‘or did he go away and leave you all alone’. It’s a song about a working class guy who desires a wealthy woman who appears to be married to an older man. The video for the song, released in 1985, makes it abundantly clear. There are people who burn books because there are curse words included. ‘Baby it’s cold outside’ is supposedly a song about holding a woman against her will. ‘Claire’ the song he sung about his niece, is now considered...

I was looking forward to Game 4 of the Sabres-Canadians hockey playoff series. My boys excitement with the team brought me back, and the Sabres are very entertaining. They were coming off two bad games, and everyone was writing them off, but Buffalo sports fans tend to BILLieve when it doesn’t make sense. The Sabres scored first, so the belief grew… …and then all hell broke loose. The Sabres scored again…or so we thought…the goal was taken away by an awful refereeing decision. They promptly fell behind 2-1 and I was losing my mind. “I’m stressed during the work day, and now this?” I asked. The hockey gods responded and the Sabres scored on a truly freak shot into the zone. 2-2 after two. “I’m going up,” I said. “WHAT?” Was the collective groan. “It’s driving me crazy,” I said. “I’m feeling anxious, and irritated and I can’t sit here through this.” My idea being: I can read and watch. Perhaps if I didn’t strictly focus on the game, I could handle it. And it worked. I read and snuck a pe...

Remember last year when Musk was running around firing people because the plan was to save money and cut waste? Turns out there is plenty of money. A ballroom. An arch. Painting the pool. A war that’s costing billions to get rid of non-existent nukes and to open a strait that was open before we started bombing schools. Golf trips every weekend, where the government pays the golfer for going. Imagine running your household finances in such a way. “We don’t have money for food or healthcare, but I painted the pool. I knew a guy who needed the work so I overpaid him.” The quote. “I don’t think about Americans at all. I don’t think about anyone.” That’s as pathetic a quote that an American president has ever uttered. And it’s every damn day. He’s calling reporters dumb and stupid. He’s sleeping through meetings. We’re at war and we have no clue, as he spends half the day saying ‘We’re doing great. We like Iran and we’re close to a deal.’ The other half of the day it’s: “We’re going to bomb...

Nearing 62 years old, I’ve started getting questions about what my plans are for the future. I usually get those questions from someone in the corporate office, and it always catches me a little off-guard because while I know there’s less days left in front of the horse than what’s behind the cart, but I never think of it much during the work day. Only difference between now and twenty years ago is that the legs get a little heavy towards the end of the week. I climb ladders and scaffolding without hesitation. I can’t imagine my clients calling someone else for their work because I’ve worked with most of them for more than 30 years. “Your son is in the business, right?” I was asked.  “Yes, he’s still learning.” “Bring him in. I’ll hire him tomorrow.” So, a true succession plan, I guess. And nothing lasts forever. Truly hoping that my boys get the chance to have a nice, long career in a country where they have a chance. It’s bad enough what we did to these kids. They need an opportu...

My golf game is dependent on my hitting the ball straight. I’ve been playing for 45 years, and I know my swing. If it goes out of whack, it usually snaps back in early enough in the round, and I can repeat the swing. I’ve played 3 rounds since the weather half-ass broke - and I haven’t felt comfortable. At all! The ball is tailing off to the right, and it’s going nowhere. Wind has definitely been a factor. Cold temperatures. I can’t get the grip right. Now, I’m not butchering it, but it’s driving me crazy. I’ve always said when I’m going bad that I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, and why I’m going good, I don’t know how I fixed it. It’s an infuriating game, and one year I won’t be decent at it anymore. Yesterday, I was in the barrel after a double bogey, and I went for a walk, and a team meeting. Last hole. Par 5. “Hit the damn ball straight.” I was 10 yards past the hole after my 3rd shot. Chipped on. Made the putt. A par to finish on a tough hole. Now? I have to wait about 160 hours...

A great Mom is the best. My Mom has lost her memory, but that’s not to say that we haven’t had some great times and laughs over the past year. I discovered that her memory survived when music is being played, and watching her sing every word to ‘Summer Wind’ by Frank was a highlight of the year. Through the years, we shared a love of reading, and one of the television shows we loved was ‘The Odd Couple’. I played her the theme song and we watched a couple of episode clips a few weeks ago. I love that I always had a close relationship with my Mom and I’m grateful she is still here. As for Kathy, she is close to the boys. Perhaps a little too close. A few years back they were in Vegas and she was talking with them and their friends and I heard her calling an uber for them. “What’re you doing?” “Making sure they get back to the hotel safely,” she said. I laughed. But that’s what a Mom does. And there’s no expiration date to it. Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there. Have a perfect ...

The Rolling Stones are releasing an album of new songs in July. They put out the first two this week, and I couldn’t help smiling through the opening riff. Classic blues, Mick, gritty lyrics.  Turn it up! The Sabres and Yankees both laid an egg last night, and it’s crazy how emotions are centered on a game. It’s a good thing too, as the country spirals down the drain. Gas prices are out of hand, huh? It’s sad. People struggling to keep their necks above the water aren’t going to be able to do that much longer. But we don’t want Iran to have a nuke that they didn’t have. I learned late on Friday that I have my Vegas safety comedy residency back and that it’s uncensored. “Free rein,” the guy said. “I caught your act a few years back and it could’ve been on HBO.” That’s always great fun, and Kathy is excited about the trip. What else? Weather still sucks. Gonna’ try tomorrow to find the swing…. …hoping the wind is quiet. Go Sabres 

Hearing the mumbling about the Hantavirus making its way to America. Remember how much fun we had during Covid? I’m sure we’ll be well-informed. What’s known so far is that it started on a Dutch cruise ship and has to do with rodents. Didn’t we do away with the World Health Organization? I know that no one believes in science, and I can’t wait for the first press conference where we spit ball drinking bleach or shooting ultra-violet light up our asses. Why not, right? The war has grown boring as it goes like this: “We are doing really well. Iran loves us now, and we are hours away from a deal that saves us all from the nuclear bomb that they were going to drop on us, but I stopped it, and did you hear that I passed a cognitive test? The first question was easy. There was a picture of a giraffe. I aced that part, and the doctor said, with tears in his eyes, that no one ever got that answer so fast, and Obama wouldn’t take it. I’ve stopped eleven wars.” And then Iran bombs our ships. The...

The orange pedophile has been doing a lot of talking lately. He had a group of children into the Oval Office and he asked one young girl which sports she liked. She said volleyball and soccer. He told her she was a little short to play volleyball. You don’t say things like that to children, but who knows, right? He went into the war with Iran. Seriously, he talked to the children about Iran shooting protesters in the head. He also spoke to them about the election being stolen and how he aced his dementia test. To children!!! But he’s all there, right? Then to top it all off, Melanoma joined him and spoke of his ‘great empathy’. The audience laughed! When he spoke of his wife he mentioned that she has a boy that she loves who is quite tall. It’s his kid!! Yet, he never says that. He always references that: “She has a boy.” No wonder he doesn’t know how to talk to children. He probably shouldn’t be left alone around them anyway. He was Epstein’s best buddy.

John Sterling was a tremendous baseball announcer. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Sure, sometimes he’d say: “The bases are loaded and there are two outs, and the Yankees are up one. They need to get this out or they won’t be leading anymore.” But he had tremendous calls for every Yankee who hit a homer. “Bernie Goes Boom!” Was a favorite and he would end that call with “Burn, baby burn.” I have always loved listening to baseball on the radio, but it takes a great announcer to make that work. Sterling knew how to pace himself. Baseball is a game that doesn’t need endless chatter, and allowing the game to breathe is essential. And of course, “Theeeeeeeeee Yankeeeeeeeees Wiiiiiiiin!” Was what we all waited for. John Sterling wasn’t Vin Scully who was the absolute master, but he was great. That simple. A good announcer can make a kid love a game. Sterling and Kay (and then Suzyn) on the radio and Scooter and Frank White on television were the voices I heard every night as a Yankees...

Oliver will catch his 20,000th pass of 2026 tomorrow. He will get a new ball to commemorate the achievement. Yet, two years ago he would catch 100 passes per outing. Last year he was good for 50. Currently, he catches 30-40 each time. He’s slowing down, but the fact of the matter is that he’s always up for a game. At the end of each month, I give away a prize to the family member who gets closest to the number. Kathy won it this week. As the weather improves, the number will get bigger each month. 100 grand for the year is in play. As for my game and happy place, golf has been a bit of a grind so far, as I’m trying to work out the kinks. Through most of two rounds, my driver has been off. The 7-wood has bailed me out, and Chippy has been good, but it’s a wonderful game because if your mechanics are a tick off, it’ll destroy you. We’ll get there. Windy and chilly aren’t the best conditions to work things out, but there’s hope.  I hit good drives on the last 4 holes of the round, so ...

Saw a thread on social media by a young guy - think mid-20’s - who took on an ambitious project. He decided to listen to every record ever made by the Rolling Stones, and he ‘reviewed’ them. It was pretty funny as he didn’t really believe that the Stones deserved their fame. There were classic Stones songs like, ‘Mother’s Little Helper’ or ‘Beast of Burden’ where his review consisted of: “This song sucks.” He criticized Mick’s voice saying that ‘He can’t sing at all.’ Made fun of Keith and Ronny for their long gone drug days, and gave nearly every album a C + or lower. And I read every single album review he did. “Exile on Main Street” is an album that is widely regarded as one of the greatest rock and roll records of all-time, and he pans it by saying: “It sounded like it was recorded in a shed.” Okay, maybe the Stones weren’t his cup of tea. He went to the Beatles and immediately began complaining about how they were a bubble gum pop band that was truly just a boy band. I didn’t read...

Work friend of mine spent a lot of time taking care of his ailing wife. Over the last few years, we’ve often met at the grocery store on Sunday morning. This is one of those guys who can build anything, or fix anything. He’s worked hard for decades. Was rewarded with a wife who ran into a lot of health issues, but he didn’t complain about it. Went to work. Returned home and did a lot of work there too. 46 years together. His wife passed away this past Sunday, and he scheduled the wake for today… …because it is his birthday, and he said: “They wanted to have the funeral on Thursday, but I wanted to spend one last birthday with her.” I went to the wake. He mentioned us having to do the grocery shopping and the laundry and clean up around the house. “It never felt like I was sacrificing anything,” he said. I get that. His children and grandchildren were all around him. “You have a lot of adjusting to do,” I said to him.  “That’s life. It’s a battle.” Sometimes it’s more than just a ba...

Hockey is truly an insane game. Those kids are out there taking a freaking beating, and playoff hockey is a whole ‘nother animal. I haven’t watched much of it over the last 20 years as the Sabres have been bad. They aren’t bad anymore. In fact, there were a couple of days leading up to Game 6 in Boston. Buffalo hates Boston. The Patriots beat the hell out of the Bills for twenty years. Hell, even the Celtics eliminated the Braves in the best year of that franchise. During the lead up I had to talk my boys off the ledge. Years of the Bills coughing it up when there are big games has left my boys with PTSD. “The Sabres are going to win,” I texted, over and over to Jake - who absolutely loves this team. When the bell rang to end Boston’s season, Jake asked me why I was so confident. “The Sabres are the better team,” I said. Now it’s Buffalo against either Tampa or Montreal.. The Sabres can win the next series too… …and the one after that… ….and the cup final too. Let’s go Buffalo 🦬 🦬 🦬...

So, the First Lady chimed in. Let’s talk about her for a minute. Every time she gets dressed up someone compares her to Jackie O and mentions that she’s classy. She came off a stripper pole, and there are plenty of nude photos of her. We’ve heard it said that she was Epstein’s girlfriend and she was handed off to the orange blob. Now, she’s chiming in on a joke that Jimmy Kimmel told about her being an expectant widow. Jimmy Kimmel is a comedian who gets paid for telling jokes. His joke didn’t call for anyone to be 86’d… …she’s married to an 80 year old man who eats Big Macs like tic-tocs. She’s an expectant widow. Another thing. I’ve heard that she can fluently speak 5 languages. I heard that out of the mouth of the man who lies as he breathes but I tell you that one of the languages isn’t English. She’s an immigrant who got in under suspect circumstances, but that was a long time ago, and she really can’t speak English. She destroyed the rose garden. She doesn’t live with her husband...

We like Jon Hamm in most everything he’s done, and we saw season 1 of ‘Friends & Neighbors’ where he’s a rich guy who gets fired and divorced and does his break bad. He starts robbing his rich friends and neighbors, and seeing the wealth on full display has always been nauseating to me. So, it’s a show where it’s easy to root for the guy doing the stealing. There has never been a greater divide in this country than right now. It’s not blue versus red either. It’s the rich against the poor, and sadly there are millions more in the poor camp, but all the millions of people have less money than just a handful of men. When I hear that someone has an obscene amount of money I often wonder: “What do they do with so much money?” “Why do they want more?” But, make no mistake, they want every last nickel. We can’t afford to feed kids at school or make sure that a family doesn’t have to go bankrupt if someone gets sick…. …but we can bomb another nation because Israel controls us. And everyon...

James Comey may be solely responsible for this mess as he interfered in the 2016 election by pulling a stunt that destroyed Hillary Clinton. Over email bullshit. Doesn’t that seem funny to everyone now as we’re being robbed blind by the current administration?? They’re committing crimes every day. Anyhow, back to today. Comey has been indicted for a 2nd time - the first one was immediately dismissed. His HUGE crime? He wrote ‘86-47’ in seashells and posted it on twitter. Seriously. He was arrested for that! In America… …where we are free to… …to what? How much longer before they come after some guy for calling a politician a fat, orange, lying pedophile criminal in a blog? Can’t be much longer, right? ‘86’ is a term used in the restaurant business for get rid of a meal. ‘47’ is the number of presidents there have been if you’re actually counting #45 and #47. I don’t think either should count as he’s done absolutely nothing for anyone except himself… …but okay. ‘86 - 47’ Can loosely be ...

On Sunday morning we made it to my happy place.  We were missing one member of the usual foursome, but it was great to see the boys in the lot as we loaded our clubs onto the cart. It’s been a long winter and I’d grown mighty weary of the rain and mud. The look at the first hole was one that lingered. I just wanted to take it all in. Got a good swing on the first shot, but pulled it left. There was a lot of that. I missed fairways, but hit a lot of mid-season shots too. Just getting a feel, and a look around at the beauty of the course. We chatted. Lots to catch up on. JC bought new clubs. No political talk. Very little work talk. Just outside on a Sunday morning. And the soreness and the tired muscles felt great. Here’s hoping it’s a weekly event.

We can’t trust anything we’re told. So, I have a simple philosophy: If they tell us something, the opposite is probably true. I don’t even want to comment on the violence at the correspondents dinner other than to say: “Thoughts and prayers.” Offer him a bulletproof backpack and lunch pail and teach him how to hide under his desk. Also, who runs their security? Don Knotts and the Apple Dumpling Gang? How do they keep bringing guns into secured locations? Whatevs as the kids say. I can’t keep having my mind controlled by distractions. “The war isn’t going great. They still want to see the Epstein files, and everyone is saying that the Butler shooting was staged.” “Oh, I have an idea! Let’s stage another one!” “Great idea, sir! This time we won’t kill anyone!!” “Right, and the moment it happens how about we all tweet that we need a ball room?” Nope. Bulletproof backpack that’s all you get.

I headed to BJ’s this morning because we have a tee time tomorrow, and I’m not sure short pants will work, so I needed a pair of pants. My sweatpants are embarrassing.  As a matter of fact, as I was looked through the selection of pants, a wife scolded her husband. “Once we buy these,” she said. “We are no longer going to wear clothes with holes in them.” “I’ll try,” the poor bastard said. I found some pants, and turned around, and there it was. ‘Revenge Prey’ the just released book by John Sandford. My heart jumped. “No way!” I said. I all but skipped home, and excitedly explained that: “SANDFORD HAS A NEW BOOK OUT!” “Good Lord,” Kathy said. “He’s going to be all geeked out for a couple of days.” It’s the absolute truth. I’ve been reading Sandford’s ‘Prey’ books for well over 30 years, and the last book I released, ‘The Crime’ was written in Sandford’s style. (I nailed it by the way). Damn! I’m all fired up. Thanks to John Sandford… 💥 …Hope he’s halfway thru the next one. “You’re...

Another cold morning here as we approach May, and I visited a huge site where a data center is being built. I have no idea what that means other than there are about 7 buildings, a number of tower cranes and about 700 employees. “What goes in a data center?” I asked. No one knows, but there’s millions being spent. It was a long ride and my mind began to wander. “I want a big steak,” I thought. I stopped by the butcher and noticed that the porterhouse section was empty. “We have some,” the butcher said. “Just have to cut them.” “I’ll take two,” I said, “Cut them thick.” I had a strip steak for Kathy. Both Sam and I would get the porterhouses which were cut about 2” thick. “Geez, how much does that way?” Sam asked as I took them out of the oven. “They have to be 30 ounces each,” I said. Now, there was a day when I could eat a 30-ounce steak, but not anymore. Sam couldn’t finish either. “How much were the steaks?” Kathy asked. “I didn’t ask,” I said. Sometimes you need a steak. Was a long...

I followed a Yankees fan page on Facebook figuring I’d get a little information and a few updates about my favorite squad. Every article - written by a ‘fan’ of the team was ridiculously negative. “Boone should be fired for this lineup.” That was before the game (which they won by the way) and I skipped it. Then I noticed that the ‘fan page’ was 98% negative. I’m a newbie to the NHL playoffs. The city of Buffalo has fallen hard for the Sabres, so you’d think they’d get some love, right? “Their power play sucks!” “Someone needs to get Power off my team!!” And my favorite… …3 games into the playoffs that you’ve been waiting on for 15 years… …”I’m done watching! This team can’t win the cup!!” There are fans who scream bloody murder every time their ‘favorite’ teams lose a game. Some people send death threats to the players and coaches. Just nasty. I’m an optimistic Yankees fan. I know the game is hard. Guys don’t want to strike out. Enjoy the game… …you don’t have to hate the team you lov...

We’ve needed a vehicle for a while. Well, not really, but the Jeep spends a lot of time on the disabled list and while we were sharing the black Ford Escape, with Kathy making appointments for when she figured I’d get home… …whatever. I grew weary of changing the mirrors every morning. “We should get a new car,” I mentioned on Sunday.  It was a throw-away line, said halfheartedly. On Monday I got a text during the work day: “I found a new Escape.” This is where I mention that I HATE change. I’ve had 5 straight Ford Escapes because I don’t like a different look. “Really?” Kathy also knows that I don’t want to talk to a salesman - ever - and that I don’t want to see an endless photo shoot of vehicles. By the end of the day on Monday she’d asked when I wanted to sign the papers. She sent me a photo of the vehicle. By Wednesday afternoon, after just ten minutes with the sales guy, I drove the red Escape out of the lot, and that’s when there was angst. The seat was different. The music ...

I’m not a guy who likes to attend meetings, or conferences, or luncheons or dinners after work. I like to do my job and go home. Which is why my friends in the safety community - which is a tight-knit group of people who are genuinely concerned with making the industry safe - needed to put in a colossal effort to get me to show up to receive what amounts to a lifetime achievement award for my years of work. First, they lied to me. Told me that the award was going to a lifelong friend.  They also involved Matt and Jake, and then mostly subtly avoided me so they didn’t have to continue to make up stories. Their cover story was a good one because I had to go watch my decades long friend get an award. And as another close friend started the introduction, it didn’t take long to figure out that he was talking about my resume. It’s an odd thing to receive an award because we all live our lives trying to do the best we can (or at least I hope so) and being recognized for it is a little wei...

The Sabres played their first playoff game in 15 years on Sunday night, and for more than 2 and a half periods the Sabres couldn’t score. The arena wasn’t exactly quiet, but there was nervousness. I felt badly for my boys - especially Jake who texted me during every game all season long. I watched the first two periods on the big television - Boston had a 1-0 lead - but decided to go to a smaller screen for the 3rd period. Boston scored early in the third and I figured that would do it for game one, but I sent an upbeat text to Jake. “Sabres are dominating them. Just have to get one and the floodgates will open.” They got one. They got two just two minutes later. They got three two minutes after that. Then an empty net goal. “Holy shit!” Jake responded. The crowd in the arena going insane was incredible. The crowd standing outside the arena in 38 degree weather was in an absolute frenzy. They held on. “Geez, that’s only game one.” Imagine if they went to the cup final. Dream about winn...

Went to bed in decent enough shape on Friday night, but woke up Saturday morning thinking: “I feel like garbage.” I couldn’t put my finger on any symptoms. A half-ass headache, no energy. A friend of mine reminded me of the old show, ‘Veep’. This is the golden age of television because it’s like snapping your fingers. I put ‘Veep’ on and watched it, and watched it, and watched it… …only getting up to play with Ollie. Still lousy with rest. Then I caught a glimpse of the backyard. Maybe moving would make me feel better. 👎  Took a nap when I was done. Watched the Yankees. Back to bed. And Sunday wasn’t much better. So, I go into the week well rested. I even stayed away from the news. Yankees swept the weekend. Sabres are in the playoffs. They stopped him from dropping a nuke… …and I’m feeling better.

And now they’re kicking around the idea that the assassination attempt in Butler, PA., was staged. Here’s the thing: The first time I saw the footage, I said: “Yeah. That’s bullshit.” There has never been investigation because the guy who was supposedly shot in the ear didn’t want it to continue. Here’s what made it abundantly clear that it was about as real as an episode of smack down. 1). Everyone at the rally and the secret service watched a kid, carrying a rifle, scale the building closest to the stage, and they didn’t try and stop him. 2). He stood up, and secret service agents ducked down, and they raised the flag behind him so he could yell, ‘Fight, fight fight.” That’s not what secret service agents do. 3). There was absolutely no injury to his ear. At all. Check the photos in the seconds after the attempt. 4). The shooter was killed. Quick, what was his name? What do we know about him? Why isn’t captain narcissistic mentioning his name? 5). They stopped the investigation immed...

The Sabres are playing their first playoff game- in 15 years! - on Sunday night. This town is going to go crazy… …the arena will be packed and fans will line the streets all around the building.  Of course it’ll only be about 35 degrees…but who cares, right? And for the first time in a while, I’m invested. My son Jake is a fanatic and he texted me every time a Sabre scored this year, so I started paying attention. What makes me laugh is that I saw that one of their players - Zach Benson - is just 20 years old. By the time he arrived on this earth I was already way over the freaking hill. Hell, I have kids who are more than a decade older than him. The hockey playoffs are an absolute grind. This first round series won’t even be over until May. The cup isn’t awarded until nearly July… …it may not be under 50 degrees by then. Let’s hope it’s a good, long run. We need it because this weather has absolutely sucked. So. Oh, ah, Sabres on the warpath!

Reporter: “The gas prices are high. What do you say to Americans about when prices will go down?” Jesus Epstein Trump: “The gas prices came down very powerfully in the last 3 days, and the stock market is up, and Iran doesn’t have a nuclear weapon so things are going great.” Just absurd. Has anyone pulled up to the stock market/convenience store to fill up? Then, we hit on religion. Reporter: (paraphrased) “Are you done fighting with the pope?” Orange Hitler: “Well, I’m all about the gospel, probably better at the gospel than maybe anyone.” He’s the president of the United States. He can press a button to destroy the planet. And he’s completely out of his freaking mind. Are there people actually listening to this nonsense? Where are the adults????? Reporter: “What are your feelings about Melanoma talking about the Epstein files?” Swollen Ankles Pedophile: “Well, the victims didn’t want to go under oath, I’m told, so Melanoma wants them to do that, because the stuff about me was totally...

The alert sounded on my phone for the third time this afternoon: “Heavy thunderstorms.” I got that alert after a spam blast of six straight calls from people who evidently want to give me hundreds of thousands of dollars in loans. I also get about 10 spam emails a day as well. Yet, the phone can also spook me from time to time. Sam left the house wearing the one pair of shoes that I own that aren’t my work boots. I was holding the phone in my hand as I had a conversation about how I guess I needed to buy new shoes. I was immediately blessed with ads for shoes! I’m not kidding. It was picking up my private discussions. Sometimes it works out though because I looked up information about the new Stones record - yeah, in their mid-80’s they’re releasing an album of new material - and after looking around… …I got a bunch of Stones interviews. There is no doubt that my phone is aware that I’m a pasta-eating, fan of rock and roll who likes golf and the New York Yankees. And they try and sell ...

My son was all fired up about having a day off. “We’re golfing at Diamond Hawk at 3:45. We have a spot open.” “I’d love to play,” I said. “I can probably be ready by then.” “You’re in!” Sam yelled. “But there aren’t any carts, you know.” Yet I went around the sites as the skies threatened rain. I thought about walking 18 holes, and knew the course would be wet. Decided to back out. I was working on reports when Sam texted: “You’re backing out? There’s no rain. They have push carts.” How could I disappoint him? “No, I’ll be ready,” I said. I only played Diamond Hawk once, and it kicked my ass. The big problem was the walking. I haven’t walked a course since I was 18 years old! Around hole 7 I thought: “This isn’t so bad.” By hole 13, I changed that opinion. My back was barking. But we had some laughs, and the course to ourselves. I was sweating. Had hit some good shots. Definitely parred a few holes, but I abandoned keeping score as the conditions weren’t great… …and by 15, I wanted to ...

I don’t want to even think about the giant, orange pedophile, but here I am. Woke this morning and was immediately greeted by a photo of him, as Jesus, with his hand on the forehead of a dying man who looked like Epstein. There are all sorts of religious lights and figures around him. He looks as if he’s shooting flames out of his hands. It’s similar to the photo that he put out with him dressed as the pope. There was another showing him walking on water. What’s funny is that in the fake photos he’s as fit as Rocky Balboa. Well, this time, he pissed off all the people who believed that he was a true Christian, who lives a life of piety and respect and dignity.  A real beacon of love. This time, they didn’t like that he pictured himself as white Jesus. So, they asked him about it, and he blamed: All together now! THE FAKE MEDIA “I posted it because I thought I was a doctor.” The president of the United States ladies and gentlemen. Let’s recap what fake Jesus did this past week: 1). ...

Weather was all right this weekend which allows us to get a jump start on clearing debris and figuring out where all the garbage that accumulated in the garage came from. I cleared some of the leaves that were stuck along the fence, and opened the garage to see that the garage was used as a place for my boys to drop off the garbage they no longer need. It was now my task to drag it to the curb because it was big garbage day, which is an exciting time for all. Big garbage day is an exciting time for an elderly guy who scours the neighborhood for gems. The guy has a pickup truck that looks a little like the vehicle that Lamont Sanford had in Sanford & Son. He takes anything and everything that has any value at all. One year, I decided to clear out the bikes, as the boys were done with them. I lugged all 6 bikes to the curb and put a huge ‘Free’ sign on them. Ten minutes later, I heard his truck. I watched him load a bike. Then another. He was going for a third one when I headed out. ...

The sun was shining. Yeah, it was only 44 degrees, but I felt all right this morning. “I’m gonna’ hit a bucket,” was my first thought. I made the short drive to the range, and noticed that there weren’t any other cars in the lot. Saw the owner walking by. “Can I hit a bucket?” “Yeah. The mats aren’t set up, but you can hit from the dirt in front.” Which was fine with me. I’d rather hit off the ground than a mat any time. “But it’s a little muddy,” he said. Which turned out to be the understatement of the year. I struggled mightily with the tee as I hit a dozen balls with my seven iron. Then I moved forward a little more and hit about 25 balls with the cheat club that is my 7 wood. Finally, pulled the driver out and swung until I was tired. I could count the number of balls I hit well on one hand, but I was winded. Felt good. A little more waiting, but getting there. I cleaned each club, and put the right club in the right slot in my bag. They’re talking sunny and fifty tomorrow. I’m he...

I have a hoodie that was given to me by a contractor. It’s very comfortable, and unfortunately, I WEAR IT EVERY DAMN DAY! Other contractors, seeing the company name on the hoodie I wear have given me gear from their company. They don’t feel the same. I love my hoodie, but I’m not kidding when I say that I’ve worn it every day (with the exception of being in Florida for 5 days) SINCE SEPTEMBER! SEVEN MONTHS! And of course, I wash it. That’s the first question I get when I mention how long I’ve worn it. I’m tired of it. I want to golf. I feel like a single round will get my mind right. But the weather simply won’t cooperate. It’s cold and clear, or warm and raining. The guys I usually play with are allergic to even a single rain drop so we won’t be roughing it. If Doppler shows even the hint of a misting we don’t go. (I’m just busting on them…I have nothing else to say). With all the bullshit…and the Yankees suddenly not hitting…I need somewhere to hang my hat… …or my hoodie… …if I ever ...

It happens to every construction guy at least once a year. There are elevation changes. There is debris. Cords and hoses. Sooner or later, you’re gonna hit the deck. I can attest that as an older man, hitting the deck is not good. Was a bright sunny day today. I visited a job that had a scaffold about thirty-five feet in the air. I didn’t have to access the scaffold, I just had to simply walk around it and make sure the setup was good. I’d like to say that I tripped because I was looking up as I walked, and I didn’t see the 2’ crane mat near the scaffold. That’s not what happened. I saw the crane mat, and I had a thought that standing on the mat would allow for a better photo. I was looking at my feet. I knew I had to step up. I just didn’t pull it off, and man, I went down hard, dropping my iPad. My phone fell out of my shirt pocket. My hardhat fell off. And I had an instant panic because my knee hit hard and sent waves of pain to my brain. The thought I had was: “Bounce right back up...

I don’t want to talk about it. I’m so tired of being driven to anxiety by a raving lunatic. I know there will be another immediate distraction because we are characters in a reality show being produced by someone who is trying to distract the world clear of the fact that he raped children. But I don’t want to think about it. It was 28 degrees when I got in the car this morning, but the sun came out, and by the end of the day, I was tossing the ball for Oliver in shorts and a hoodie. Every day is an Ollieday. For those wondering, he surpassed 15,000 catches for 2026. He’s averaging about 180 a day. It was Wednesday, and that’s a pasta day. I made linguine and clams, and it was outstanding. It was probably better because I thought about it all day. Miller went to the spa. My beautiful cat was washed, got a hair trim, his nails were also cut, and we heard this gem from the groomer: “He was a little irritated with me, and tried to hide his nails in his belly rolls.” The groomer fat shamed ...

I’ve been around a while. This afternoon, I got to the point in my day where I decided that I was mentally strong enough to see what was going on outside the walls of my construction visits, and the songs on my phone. Lo and behold, the so-called President, a convicted felon, an almost certain pedophile, and a raging lunatic put out a post where he threatened to wipe a civilization off the face of the earth. We don’t quite know why. He started the war by saying that he was saving the people of Iran. Then he bombed their schools and killed hundreds of their children. Then it was because they were too unstable to have nuclear weapons. As Americans we have never been directly threatened by a terrorist country to such a level. And that’s when it hit me: America, our country, is now the most dangerous nation on the planet. We are terrorizing innocent civilians with threats of extinction. What made it even sadder was I saw the people of Iran, making a human train around all of their bridges,...

Got my first text of the week at 6:30 on Monday: “Hey, my last day of work is tomorrow. I have to retire for health reasons. I was just thinking about all the laughs and stories we told each other through the years, and just wanted to let you know.” I didn’t respond.  Of course, I went straight to his job. He saw me pull up, and smiled. Up until November, he was a healthy guy. 62 years old. On a couple of meds for cholesterol. Needed a new med for something else. In November, he started throwing up and couldn’t stop. Spent a week in the hospital and was told that his meds weren’t compatible. He had damaged his pancreas. Nearly killed him, but by the new year, he’d regained his strength, and things seemed back to normal. When I saw him yesterday, I was shocked by how much weight he’d lost in just the last two weeks. He looked like an old man, and though he was smiling, the news wasn’t good. “My pancreas is badly damaged, and they can’t fix it.” I gave him a hug. We told each other a...

Had a nice, easy Easter Sunday. Started it off with a couple of episodes of the ‘Rockford Files’ and threw a few rounds for Ollie as we waited for the house to come alive. (I did read the absolutely putrid, hateful, vile tweet about nuking millions of people, but decided to ignore it). Dinner was prepared over a number of trips to the kitchen doing a couple of things each time, and the boys came around. We talked baseball, the NCAA Tournament, and the upcoming work week. My wife is going to finish in the money, and that was a hot topic around here. She is explaining her wealth of knowledge to a group of guys who’ve watched plenty of games. To her credit, though, she DOES know what players are good, and is pretty confident that Michigan will win tonight. “I’d ask you what you think, but you finished in 70th place,” she said. Yeah. Yeah. We stayed away from the news and social media. Had a great dinner, and went straight into the Yankees game. That’s all anyone wants to do. Why are our l...

As usual, it was a truly weird day, as reports trickled out that King Pedo was taken to Walter Reed for a medical emergency. Then Iran started putting out statements that there has been a coup, and that he’s dead. So, as Americans, we should be informed of anything that’s going on, right? Nope. There’s a lid on the White House. So, on Easter Eve, the world waited for news. And, man, if there’s a chance that I might be leaving the world, I think that I’d rather not have strangers on the internet comment about it… …especially if I was hated as much as Pedo. There was a comment from Satan who stated that he was waiting for the call to pick up the soul. One guy commented: “Come on blood clot!” And that’s where we are as we wait for the Easter bunny to hop around. We may never know what happened this weird Saturday.

Ten years. Bono of U2 made a statement yesterday, saying that the idea of America was one of the greatest ideas ever conceived. He added that electing the pedo pig, even once, was the worst of all ideas. And I bring it up because of the dark cloud pushing down on all of us. The military leadership has clapped back, saying that what they’re being asked to do isn’t even legal. A dozen military leaders were fired. And the thought being that the idea being presented is to use a nuclear bomb, and in pedo pig’s own words: “Steal the oil.” And meanwhile, Americans are forced to go about their days, pretending that life is grand. I have great memories of Easter week.  The joy that’s been stolen. The days of peace. We all went decades not worried about having a damn psychopath in a position of power. Do you even question that he would drop a nuke and three hours later brag about his ballroom? “We can’t handle daycare or healthcare. We are at war.” America first, huh? Prices soaring.  H...

My buddy Bruce is out there making ‘Good Trouble’ by standing up and saying all the things that those of us opposed to this mess are saying in private. As usual, he was very thoughtful in his presentation as he spoke about what matters in this country, and one of the things that he said that caught my attention was that being kind, thoughtful and moral matters. Those of us who’ve been kicking around for a lot of years understand that over the last ten years the national dialogue has become nasty. Of course, the words coming from the office of President has reached new lows. Think the death of Rob Reiner, or Robert Mueller. Just absolute cruelty. And those words ‘Being thoughtful matters!’ was delivered in Bruce’s usual impassioned plea. So, what happened on Thursday morning? The response from the Oval Office was to call Bruce a ‘dried up prune’ and to say his music is ‘boring’. First, he should see a show. Bruce and the E Street Band are not boring. Second, a dried up prune? Should Bru...

Mellencamp has a line in one of his songs that goes like this: “Sometimes life is too ridiculous to live.” At 6:30 I exited the shower to a call from down below: “We got some water downstairs.” Five words that no one wants to hear. “Is it bad?” “Not too bad, but I didn’t open the front room.” I heard the door open. “Oh shit.” The sump pump that I hadn’t thought about in months decided to not do its freaking job anymore. Six inches of standing water. Where we keep our shoes. “I can shop vac it,” Kathy’s friend said.  “You can’t empty it full of water.” So, I bought a pump, set it up, and headed to work. An hour later, a text from Kathy: “The pump quit working.” Not what you like to hear. Just pushed it out of my mind… …got home to a packed house, pushing water around. A new sump pump. A new smaller Shop Vac. And the pump I bought. Cost me around $300. Ridiculous.

Holy Week always means something to me because the memories of the Catholic school upbringing are vivid. Altar boy duties were no joke back in the day, and man, we had fun with it.  Hockey and basketball in the gym. Kneeling for what seemed like hours for the stations of the cross.  Being at the church more than we were home. Thought of all this during the soaking rains yesterday as poor Ollie looked at me through sad eyes. He knew WHY we weren’t playing. He just wanted me to put a stop to it. As for time spent in the Holy Week church… …not happening anymore, but we are having a nice Easter dinner, followed by sports of some variety on television. Hoping it stops raining by then. “I think God is pissed,” a coworker said. “He certainly has reasons to be.” Amen.

In the never-ending quest to amuse ourselves to death, I was all over the board on Saturday afternoon. The undefeated Yankees were on, and Aaron Judge homered. The Sabres, who are charging to the playoffs for the first time in about twenty years had a big game too. The Yankees were on the big screen, and the Sabres were on my phone. Then Sam, who loves college basketball more than anything else in his life, walked into the room, and wondered about whether or not I wanted to watch the game with him. Thankfully, the Sabres finished up (win) and I switched the rest of the Yankees game to my phone. I also enjoy the NCAA tournament but my brackets were putrid this year, and being out of the running has been made worse because my wife has two of the top 6 brackets in a 100-bracket pool. Yeah. She hasn’t shut up about it. So, time is passing with sports to distract us from the country being sold. The Yankees won, by the way.

More than 3,000 cities had protests going on yesterday. Perhaps more than a million people took to the streets, headlined by my buddy, Bruce leading the charge in Minneapolis. Which does a heart good when the daily atrocities of the pig pedo are front and center every day. There are now hundreds of photos of that sick bastard with children. He’s in his underwear in some. He’s kissing children in others. There is talk that one of the videos shows information about him with his own daughter. When do we move beyond marching in the streets, and just usher all of them out the door to the trash bin of our country. The war is a disaster. The economy is in shambles. There’s enough proof to comfortably say that he is a pedophile. He’s convicted of sexual assaults. The protests are peaceful and as American as baseball and apple pie. But when will we see action? Steve Bannon is broadcasting to the world that there will be a third term. He’s claiming to have found loopholes in the constitution. Mu...

I enjoy watching documentaries on sports legends and the famous musicians. I loved the look at Derek Jeter’s life, Jordan’s recap, and especially the look-ins on Billy Joel. Hell, even Charlie Sheen! But one of them that I didn’t enjoy was the one they did on Tiger Woods. “He’s kind of an asshole,” I recall mentioning to Kathy. “Kind of?” She asked. News broke that he had another incident with another vehicle, and it appears, he was impaired as he drove. Which is an asshole move, and at least his second offense. He also had another incident that nearly killed him, and of course, he hit a mailbox running from his wife after she learned about his affairs. When something happens, social media does its thing. Tiger was all over every site on Friday evening, and that brings up all the garbage. “No matter what, people will talk about Tiger’s golf game a hundred years from now,” one genius pointed out. Yeah, he’s a great golfer, or was. He’s destroyed his body, not from playing the game, but ...

Being a Yankees fan comes with great responsibility to irritate the fans of every other team. The Yankees opened the season by pummeling the Giants 7-0 so, of course, for about 15 hours, they were the only team with a 1-0 record. A buddy, and fellow Yankees fan reached out. “You know what you have to do, right?” I posted on Facebook that the Yankees had the best record in baseball. I sent texts to a few idiot Red Sux fans, and if they came back at me with anything to do about not winning a title since 2009, I wrote the argument winning number: 27 That infuriates every fan base. “How many have you seen?” They’ll ask me. “Seven. More than any other team in the last 50 years.” There will be more aggravation coming for all who don’t care for the 27-Time World Champion, Greatest Franchise in the History of Organized American Sports. The best is when I get a Yankees hater and a Bills fan all rolled into one. “Don’t you own a shirt that says, ‘One before I die’?” I can’t help being an arrogan...

Well, this is going to shock a lot of people, but a report came out yesterday that Jack Smith compiled. Classified documents were definitely stolen, and shared with people aboard an airplane, and were sold to enrich one fat orange pedophile. Hard to believe, right? I mean, after all, he was a madman about Hilary Clinton using her email at home. “Lock her up!” Was the big rallying cry, as he and his cult members lectured us about right and wrong. He loaded classified documents by the truck load and stored them in a bathroom at Mar-a-Lardo. It’s enough to put a normal person in jail, for the rest of his life, but everyone forgot about it. Because there’s a new crime every day! For those not quite getting it: He stole classified documents and sold them and kept the money. A one word description would be: Treason. The Epstein documents have been put on the back burner because of the war that we already won, but hasn’t ended. Oh yeah, what else? The country is now insolvent. Another word fo...

It’s early for baseball season, and a little hard to get too worked up because it was 23 degrees yesterday morning. Not to mention that the Yankees are opening up on the west coast, and opening day is actually, opening night. But make no mistake: Life is better when they’re playing baseball, and I can open up the box scores shortly after opening my eyes. The Yankees won 94 games last year. They have finished with a winning record every season since 1993. That’s a lot of winning, and while the hedge fund dodgers are making a mockery of the payroll system, the Blue Jays showed the world last year that they can be beat. Toronto should have won that 7th game. On to this year. In the National League, the division winners will be: Phillies, Cubs and Hedge Fund. The wild card teams will be Atlanta, San Diego and the Mets. I think the Phillies make it to the World Series where they  will face, and lose to the American League entrant. Yeah. Take a wild guess where I’m going with this: Divis...

Over the weekend, the pig backed himself into a corner with his tweets. There was a long tweet that threatened Iran, saying it would be a bombing that would be so awesome, like nothing that’s ever happened. The tweet threatened war crimes and came with a 48-hour deadline. Iran answered immediately saying that they didn’t need to think about it. Bombs away! The world waited in the balance and everyone was concerned because escalating the war would destroy the markets further and send gas prices to $6.00 a gallon. But Pedo Pig had a major problem because if he backed off he was going to be seen as chickening out again. If he bombed civilians he was going to be arrested as a war criminal. What to do? What to do? He did what he does best, of course. He lied! Told the world, in time for the markets to adjust, that the United States and Iran had embarked on very productive, unbelievably amazing peace talks.  The greatest talks of all time. An hour later, Iran popped the balloon  The...

Pluto television has all the old shows. More trouble for Kathy as she walks by asking: “What in the hell are you watching?” Now, The Odd Couple is a legendary show for a few reasons: 1). I remember watching the show with my Mom. For some reason, it always seemed as though we were the two watching the show, and man, that’s a cherished memory. Mom would always remark about what an absolute pain in the ass Felix was. 2). I wanted to be a sportswriter because of Oscar. For the longest time, as a kid, when someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, ‘sportswriter’ was the answer. 3). My first newspaper interview as an author brought up my Oscar Madison quote. I told the reporter: “I wanted to be Oscar Madison. I wanted to dress like a slob, eat like a pig, and write things people want to read. I’ve done 2 out of 3 and my writing career is picking up steam.” The Buffalo News ran that quote under my picture. 4). The show stands up! I watched the episode with Deacon Jones where they m...

Speaking to Japan’s prime minister who asked about why she had to be surprised about the start of the Iran war, the fat pedophile said: “You didn’t tell me about Pearl Harbor.” Robert Mueller, a man who served the county through a number of administrations died on Saturday. “I’m glad he’s dead.” The orange pig said. We have zero clue about why the war was started. To save the good people of Iran who were killed for protesting? Saving them by dropping bombs on their children is a curious way to show love. “They were two weeks away from starting a nuclear war,” the obese idiot mentioned. That’s a lie. Gas prices are through the roof.  401 k’s are in the basement. Stock market has lost a trillion. All the money DOGE was going to save? Yeah. No. The deficit is climbing. “The war is over. We can leave anytime because they’re decimated,” President Shitsinhispants mentioned. As they talked about needing $200 billion more, and sending more than 2,000 troops into harm’s way. And did you see...

Wisconsin lost to High Point. I have zero clue what state the kids from High Point live in, but they shocked the basketball world. Duke barely survived their game with Siena, and the final score won me a square as 1 & 5 were my numbers. And then North Carolina went down to VCU. So, we have ourselves a tournament… …which is great fun because you can watch and forget about the world for a while. And baseball season kicks off in less than a week as the teams are packing up their gear and heading North. “Are the Yankees going to be good?” A worker asked me. “They’re always good,” I said. “I’m hoping they’re great.” It’s been 33 years since the Yankees last had a team that wasn’t ‘good’. They’ve had about ten great teams in that span. Of course, I believe they will win the world series. Even when they were mediocre in the 80’s, I thought they were going to win it all. And that’s the beauty of sports. Escape. “Would you rather the Bills win the Super Bowl or the Sabres win the Stanley Cu...

I’m friends with a couple of guys who are dyed in the wool Republicans, and we have had some spirited discussions. I don’t get where they’re coming from, of course, and I was a little apprehensive about bringing up politics, but they decided to tell me that Iran had to be dealt with. “That’s not what you said before the election,” I said. “You were telling me that it was all about taking care of Americans, and that you didn’t want any new wars.” “We had to,” one of them said, but he was looking at his feet. “Okay,” I said. “You started it. What about the Epstein files?” “What about them. Bill Clinton is in them, right?” “Who knows?” I said. “Your guy is hiding them.” “You know Clinton is in them,” he said. “If he is, put him in jail,” I said. “What about your fat friend?” “He’s not in them,” he said. I laughed. “Clinton definitely is, in your mind, but no way Shitler is?” “I need to see proof,” he said. “He’s hiding the files!” “Then I guess we’ll never know,” he said. “Besides, no mat...

Michael Lorenzen is a major league pitcher, who was on the mound for a couple of back-breaking runs as Italy lost to Venezuela in the World Baseball Classic. A group of people went on the attack, threatening Lorenzen with bodily harm. Even death! I happened to look in on the hate as Lorenzen’s brother sent out a post saying that threatening the life of a professional athlete is just ridiculous. Big mistake! The brother got tremendous hate for sticking up for his bro. “You’re soft! Your brother sucks and so do you!”  Those were the tame responses. Lorenzen is a decent major league pitcher. He even threw a no-hitter as a member of the Phillies. He has spent more than 8 years on a major league roster. He gave up a few runs in a big game! And people are making threats on his life? Now, it’s not just Lorenzen. Any athlete in any sport who has lost has been absolutely destroyed on social media. Some, if recognizable, face hate and vitriol in their every day lives. Despicable, but man, so...

We were in our 20’s and now we’re in our freaking 60’s. Long ass time to put up with someone else! Of course, Bruce put it the best when he said that we’re all puzzles and we find companions just to see if the broken pieces can somehow fit together. Nothing is more true as you age, because most of the pieces are broken. But we have been celebrating this birthday for a couple of weeks now, as it appears to be mentioned every half hour or so. A couple of things are a must on March 17th. Sponge candy and an angels food cake. My mother-in-law used to take care of such things, but I’ve had to fill the void. I tried making the cake one year. Did you ever try and frost an angel food cake? Not easy. Especially not for someone with my limited baking skills. Couple of years ago, I found a bakery that was willing to do it, and even that baker wouldn’t guarantee that it would look perfect… …because they can’t be frosted! I bought a second cake because an angel’s food cake is small, and Kathy gave ...

Kind of. We all know how much I loathe January and February, and the first week of March sucks too. But I watched the NCAA selection show with my son and one of his friends. The tourney is also being played in Buffalo, and Sam is going to the games as well. The Sabres are still in first, and the World Baseball Classic has been great fun, and Japan got the boot so we don’t have to listen to them gloss over Ohtani, never mentioning that he is a degenerate gambler who got away with it. The temperature will be in the 60’s tomorrow, but will be sinking into the 20’s on Tuesday for the birthday of my beautiful wife. (She’s been celebrating it since the middle of February). Anywhoha… …it appears that we made it through the winter. My fantasy baseball draft is scheduled for next week too. Opening Day is 9 days away… …just gotta hang on and pray that the obese pedophile doesn’t blow up the world.

Had a visit with Mom yesterday, and somehow Dean Martin’s name came up. “I don’t remember him anymore,” Mom said. I pulled up a photo of Dino, and she smiled. “He looked like Dad,” Mom said, and that was certainly true. I put on “Everybody Loves Somebody” and Mom’s smile grew wider. “Oh yeah. He had a great voice, but I’m thinking of someone else.” “Frank Sinatra,” I said. Mom nodded. That was all I needed. I played six straight Sinatra songs, and during ‘Summer Wind’ Mom sang along. She knew every word, and every nuanced groan from Frank, and I noticed that her eyes were filled with tears. “Why are you crying?” I asked. She shrugged. “I don’t know.” “It’s because Dad sang all these songs to you,” I said. “He’d put the records on and blast them all through the house. He loved Sinatra.” “Why do you listen to him?” Mom asked. “Because Dad was right. Frank was great.” We listened to the last few minutes of “Summer Wind” and I said: “That’s one of my favorite songs ever,” and I meant it. “...

Those who know me are well aware that I love baseball. I am of the firm opinion that it is the greatest game ever invented, and the changes they made a couple of years ago made it even better. They got rid of the shift, and a lot of the dead time. When the season starts, I have a long-running soap opera to follow as I check every box score, and my day is better following a Yankees win the night before. Of course, I’m keeping an eye on the World Baseball Classic, and the team from the USA is absolutely stacked, and of course, they have the best hitter in the universe batting third, Aaron Judge. But I’m not sure I want them to win because they may be invited to the White House and I don’t want to think less of some of the players who might make the visit to shake hands with a criminal, pedophile. Some have mentioned that it would be a great opportunity to visit the White House no matter who is the president. 👎  No freaking way! Tage Thompson is the best player on the Buffalo Sabres,...

There was a rally on Tuesday night in Ohio. One lie after another. Bashing Obama for some reason because he bounced down the stairs. Called it below the standards of the office. He wore a baseball cap to greet the bodies of soldiers who died in his fake war. Then he danced to YMCA as bombs were going off all over the Middle East. He also golfed on Sunday. Having the time of his life, as every day brings more evidence that he raped children. I saw a woman, a victim, who was held at the island. She was raped, three times a day. She was 10 years old. She specifically mentioned Maxwell, Epstein and the orange pig. Ten years old! There are videos… …people have seen the videos… …they have chosen to try and hide it. I can’t just leave it out of this blog. I certainly don’t want to talk about it, or think about it, but most Americans are oblivious, or simply don’t believe it. I know why that is. It’s simply because it’s too horrifying to believe that a man would do such things to children. Our...

Happened to watch the second season of Ted - hilarious. I loved the movies too, and had a laughing fit in the movie theater when they visited Tom Brady to try and steal his sperm. I thought about the series and movie when Ollie jumped into my bed and tried to hide under me when the thunder started. “We’re thunder buddies,” I said. The other great show going right now is “Shrinking”. Harrison Ford is great in comedy. Yet, it’s the entire cast. It’s a funny show with a lot of heart. The Ted series is a little lower on the intellectual tree, but all goes in comedy. I’m alone when that series is on because Kathy’s response is: “This is stupid.” She automatically goes to a murder mystery when she’s watching alone. I’m always.s searching for the sit-com, but never “The Big Bang Theory” as Sheldon gets on my nerves. Think “Modern Family” or “Two and a half Men” but only the Charlie Sheen episodes. Television is a great way to escape… …especially during a thunderstorm when my Thunder buddy is ...

So much shit to sift through. Whenever he opens his mouth lies just fall out, but one made me angry when talking about greeting the gold star family members. “They told me to finish the job,” the pedo pig said. No they didn’t.  I don’t have a child in the service, but I’m a Dad and I wouldn’t be so gracious in that moment. Then I happened to catch his: “This is the best economy in the world and other leaders are congratulating me on bringing back a dead country.” Does he know that we are out here every day? “No one talks about affordability anymore!” He exclaimed. Because we can’t afford anything. The rising gas prices is going to just destroy people, because when gas prices rise so does everything else. And there is no sensible reason forthcoming as to why a war was started… …other than one… …he raped children. A lot of what happened is public record, but for one reason or another, the mainstream media won’t print it, or ask about it. Do a search on the family of the children he p...

And the Buffalo Sabres are in first place. I haven’t watched a lot of hockey in the last 15 years or so, but watching the game on Sunday night- the Sabres beat Tampa 8-7 to take over first place, I was reminded of the year that my buddy Kimball, gave me and my buddy Jeff his two seats in the reds at the Aud, and we watched Mogilny and LaFontaine go crazy every night. I was out of town for a work event so I watched the entire game, trading texts with my boys. Good to have hockey back. Woke up early and walked to the car, thinking, “I don’t even need this coat.” The event took place at a golf course, and while it wasn’t open, I watched the crew work to get the place ready. Hope springs eternal. And the world is an absolute mess. We’re going to pay $5 for a gallon of gas soon. The war has everyone on edge, and one idiot is saying it’s just beginning, while the other loser is saying it’s over. Our 401ks are being beat to shit. The evidence on the Epstein files and the rape of children cont...

On Saturday night, Kathy drifted from the television so I had free rein with the remote. I went old school with James Garner in Rockford Files, but Kathy returned about a half an hour in. Rockford was chasing a suspect who ended up dead, and the guy he was interviewing said: “He was going to die anyway, the guy was old. He’s in his 60’s!”  Then Rockford offered twenty grand to buy a house. “We have to change this,” Kathy said. “I’m watching it,” I argued. “There’s fifteen minutes left.” We watched the end together. “A great story,” I said. “It’s old!” Kathy countered. “So are you,” wasn’t the right answer. Yet, I found myself up an hour early on Sunday morning because no one told Miller and Ollie about turning the clocks ahead. Back to Rockford as I had the television control again. During the second episode of the morning, I considered that Rockford Files is the perfect show for an old guy on a Sunday morning. I’m in my sixties!

My poor sister. She came for a visit and promptly got sick. And it’s her birthday! And it was nearly 70 degrees here in Buffalo. Which felt great. I struggled at the end of the week as my hip went south on Wednesday, and took my legs and back with them. I needed a massage, and my people scheduled it for me. I got ready to go, threw a few passes for Ollie and it hit me. I could head out in shorts and a tee-shirt. Thoughts of golf creeped in (while my body felt like the tin man). Tried to figure out how old Carrie is now. She doesn’t want me to advertise it, but suffice it to say that I can’t believe that the youngest of us all is that freaking old! The massage worked. The poor therapist was very skilled, and she wondered how I could get my body in such a state. Happens as we get older, I guess. When we were growing up, I knew that if Carrie got sick I would get sick soon after. Anywhoha… …moving better… …it was great to see the sun… …and Happy Birthday, Carrot… …we love you.

Stumbled upon a Facebook request of an old college friend. I’m thinking that the last time I saw him was 1986. Probably hadn’t thought of him in 25 years. And there he was, and he looked human! It showed that he was recently retired from the bank where he worked for 36 years! I was happy to see that because I wasn’t sure that he would be able to survive in the real world. We all drank a lot in college, but he set records. We once placed him at the door to the party with a sign around his neck that said: “Welcome to the party!” He slept in that chair for about 6 hours after he’d attended the party for about an hour. About a month later, he was set adrift in a canoe… …in Lake Erie! I didn’t participate in that one, but saw him after he woke up and swam ashore. Yeah. So, I was happy to see that he was alive and seemingly healthy. I sent a message that I was thrilled to see that he was good. He answered: “Hey Fuzzy.” And nothing else. So, I guess we are as connected as we are going to be, ...