Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sunday Night....

Just did another crazy stretch. Such is life in the retail industry, especially when one of the other managers goes on vacation. Life becomes: Sleep, Work, Hamburger. Not much else. The Man from the Cheese aisle asked if I was making adequate time to move the bowels.

In a word, no.

But that's neither here nor there.

8 days out of nine. Right at 100 hours, or so.

Masochistic much? Dumb as a damn backpack full of Ebola virus.

Your old pal Tommy's tired.

In lieu of witty comments, I would like you to listen to this cover of Seven Nation Army, as performed by the Oak Ridge Boys.

It makes me smile.

(Heh heh heh).

Just in case you haven't had your fill, here's Elvira. If you made a movie of my life from age 5 to 8, this song would be on it, right up there with Born in the USA and the theme to Dukes of Hazzard. And because I am half insane with work, sleep deprivation and Sweetwater 420, some guy's animated trucks singing the song, and I found myself laughing myself shitting silly about it:

What else?

Lou Piniella retired today.

I was sorry to have it happen the way it did, but I think my friend Rob said something that's resonated with me today. The 2008 Cubs were the best Cubs team of my life, and indeed, maybe of the lives of a great many Cubs fans. And to have them get thrashed in the first round of the playoffs by the Dodgers that ripped a lot of people's hearts out. I've said before that it's really affected me. Sad to say, it's affected me for a couple of years, now.

Did it affect Lou?

I know it's easy to say that Sweet Lou's made a handful of million dollars in the past couple of years, but I'd have to say it'd be hard not to be affected after swaggering your way through a baseball season, only to have it shut down that hard. Now, overcoming, I think that's what I'm paying $8 for a beer for. But, that's just me.

And, I grant you, I still have anxiety dreams any time I go to ask somebody out, so I get that, completely.

At the end of the day, I'll say this: I'm sorry that Lou's going out on this note. He's been one of those Baseball Guys who's been in the game pretty much since my personal fandom started in 1983 or 1984. I wish he got to call his shot and leave on his own terms.

That said, do I think he'd be making this decision if the Cubs were in contention?

Absofuckinglutely not.


Um. I've gotten sucked into the show Ice Road Truckers.

I don't know why.

Well, I do know why.

There are animations which portray people being hurt in horrible fashion.

I dig that kind of macabre shit.

Also, I think the blonde driver is kinda hot.

And I like shows where people curse a lot.

Fuck. Fuckity Fuck.

And I like when people pronounce about "aboot."

That shit's hilarious.


Blogger Teresa said...

Becoming a manager for the Cubs has always been the kiss of death to any career. No matter how good the manager, they walk into the job, have a decent first year and it's all down hill from there. Every single time. We won't even mention the media cycle of "this guy can do no wrong" to "this guy can do no right". It's so predictable it's become boring. Wonder who the next "most fabulous manager ever" will be.

Hope you get some time off soon!

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