they don't make 'em like they used to

knocked the bonnet off it...

so it came down to the future “pharmaceutical” dealer delivering the goods to all the i.v. keggers or the eventual “lead” footed architect in his sports car hauling through holland. i must say it was very close, but the point has to go to the prick.

thanks for the stories

hey batta batta sa-wing

my first car was a 1964 volkswagon squareback. factory sun roof with an aftermarket leak. it was the eighties, so i had to lower it for the look. 135’s in the front with positive camber in the rear for that squatty stance. added dual exhaust to improve that v-dub purr, converted it to 12 volt for the alpine stereo cassette deck, installed a hurst shifter with the trigger lock for safety (hindsight i should have had the e-break fixed), put on roof racks for functionality and covered the rear seat with a mexican blanket.

i thought i was cool. so cool that i didn’t need to change the oil.
only right now are the similarities of driving and baseball becoming apparent. between parallel and park, hit and run, distance and accuracy, eyes on the ball/road, throwing a ball or a rod… {until now, i wasn’t even sure i’d be able to tie the two together.}

train of thought - if you’re still with me: the title reminded me of ferris bueller’s day off which was right around the time i started driving. coupled with a recent conversation about first cars and since i typically open a little wordy... i thought i’d rattle on for a bit and while i may still have your attention.

here’s how the baseball event played out
hitting
n.g. 1st
j.b 2nd
t.d. 3rd

throwing
d.f. 1st
n.g. 2nd
s.m 3rd

scoring
n.g. 1st 5pts
d.f. 2nd 4pts +1 discretionary point for bring beer and coordinating the event
j.b. 3rd 3pts
s.m 4th 1pt + 1 discretionary point for placing in an event
t.d. 4th 1pt + 1 discretionary point for placing in an event
a.l. 5th 1pt
j.s. 5th 1pt
f.g. 5th 1pt
p.n. 5th 1pt
j.w. 5th 1pt

cheers david

i can't make this shtuff up

today i ordered a gordita, a chalupa, an enchrito, a tortada and an extra large ice tea (i was thirsty). right now i feel sicgusted. i need to take a shump. i really wish i could vomuke {or is it pukomit}.  do the fourthevent not the forthmeal.

this satruday: constitution park corner of palm and washington from 2 to 4 pm.

bring shoes to run in and a glove if you got one.

get’em while they’re hot

my incredibly talented wife put her awesome design skills to work once again and created this hip and cool t-shirt.

we would look somewhat ridiculous if we all showed up at our events wearing them (like pony boy and the greasers, danny and the t-birds or baseball furies from the warriors) {hopefully i didn’t just talk you out of one}. the cost is ten bucks you can give me the money at the next event and if you haven’t paid your initial 25 dollar entry fee – this is your reminder too. i’ve been told that if i get your responses quickly, there is a good chance she can get them for this saturday’s event. who wants one and what size?!

but that’s not all - if you order now, i’ll throw in the ‘moty weekend warrior survivor kit’ a fanny pack filled with moty ice packs, a weeks supply of mo-tylenol , a moty shoulder immobilizer with your initials embroidered on it and a note from dr. moty excusing you from all chick flick date night movies for one full year (moty batteries not included and action figures are sold separately.)

the baseball event is this coming saturday. details soon

goodbye porkpie

i need to pack, find vacation hat and try to tweak it back into a respectable shape. but first, a couple quick changes to the standings need to be addressed. next i have to workout my playlist… i’m thinking some cool, vacationy cover tunes. because nothing says holiday like warm, sunny songs you can sing-a-long to but just little different than you remember with a twist. this is what i got so far.

help me out?

holiday road - latex generation
come sail away - me first and the gimme gimmes
leaving on a jet plane - me frist and the gimme gimmes
one love - catch 22
good vibrations - the four bags
margaritaville - lung cookie
the boys of summer - the ataris
surfer girl - pat di nizio
surfer girl - homegrown (original)
soak up the sun - ron dante
three little birds - brendon urie
summer nights - less than jake
tequila - bad manners
nightswimming - dashboard confessional

spring break tips

i’ve been on a lot of spring break trips through high school and college (i wasn’t on the four year plan). palm springs, rosarito, catalina, mammoth, newport and lake tahoe to name a few. i thought i knew everything about spring break safety. from the basics: wear sunscreen, use a condom, never mix your alcohols, drink some water and don’t carry all your cash with you. beyond that i’ve learned: head down when performing a belly flop, sharpies stay at home, always wear a condom (you don’t want to bring home a souvenir that requires antibiotics), save your empty corona bottles and the cardboard case, don’t keep your wax in your beer cooler, ask for a room furthest from the lobby & closest to the pool, wingman doesn’t mean ‘fall on the grenade’, if you’re on a budget - hang on to that all you can eat salad bar plate from carls, four wheel drive doesn't mean no chains, make reservations before you go and the last boat leaves avalon at 7:30pm.

kids, these days, are living in a different world. don’t sign any waivers…wet t-shirt contests showing up on youtube (even worse caught on tape ala joe franis), don’t accept drinks from strangers or leave your drink unattended for fear of rohypnol, (speaking of drugs, definitely avoid ms-13 if you’re heading to any boarder towns). stay in close proximity to your friends (see wingman above), hide your tooth brush and should the situation arise, steer clear of the honor student from the netherlands.

march point run down
pool:  j.d. 1st, n.g. 2nd and a.l. 3rd
pop:  n.g. 1st, t.d. 2nd and p.n. 3rd
discretionary points go to d.f. for "beating me" and j.s & m.c. for an excused absence
thanks n.g.



have a great holiday and be safe

clowns don’t kill people. people kill people.

i’m not a big fan of fast food. it has a time and a place (usually really late and really drunk {i’d rather hit up the kettle!}). i’m also not a big fan of watchdog groups with their logical fallacies. who wants to tell c.a.i. that the clown is not real?  where can i find an insane clown posse fan

clowns make kids eat crap food.
ronald mcdonald is a clown.
therefore, ronald makes kids eat crap food.

i take my kids to mcdonalds. therefore, i am a clown

tomorrow at two o’clock

good luck to rb with wv and jd with du. there are some other interesting scenarios –what happened ck?