I May Have Lost All Good Sense...and Some Bad

I thought maybe I would wait a while before updating this bad larry, then I realized that I have nothing better to do with myself, than to write a new blog the day I post one I wrote over the weekend. I fear that this may be a problem. I have nothing profound to say. Nothing overly brilliant to vent and by no means is this another sappy update or look back on a boring but eventful life up to this point. This is one of those, "I saw a man on a subway..." posts and nothing more. Perhaps, one could read into this son-m-bitch and see more than what was intended like in Shakespeare class in high school . I swear he was just talking about a sword, but if you want to make it dirty....far be it from me.

In fact, there is very little at this point in time that is running into my head, aside from the Red Sox and the Celtics, not really the Bruins (although I would like to see them draft a couple more Maine players so I could keep watching them), and at this point in the spring I hardly ever think about the Patriots (mostly because I can't really sit through 11 hours of draft talk from that perenially helmet-haired, v-panted drowned mud bunny Mel Kiper. Although I do have the privelege of knowing someone who can stand it. And that makes me sad....not just little girl sad about a dolls head being lopped off by her younger brothers' lego guillotine, but big boy sad after he drags his defiled backside back to his own cell in Walpole. Sad like when you demand to play one more game of MVP baseball in CLASSIC FENWAY [in all caps out of respect to the wooping that occurred] only to find that you can't handle the steady onslaught that ensues...and are forced to hire someone to surgically remove your tail from betwixt your legs.) School is always on my mind, of course, being that it has been nearly 18 years since I began schooling in Kindergarten. But I am surprisely devoid of real thought today and most days....leaving a slim chance that I will get any real work done.

A not so uncommon situation arose....

While watching the Red Sox game last night, all the while wondering how Johnny Damon can stand his hair being so long while having no hair on his face to properly balance his tiny head, I thought to myself that only a true Red Sox fan, like my friend Richard sitting to my right could utter the words, "they suck...they are the Red Sox." a mere 181 days after the grounder heard round the world found its way into Keith Foulke's glove and then into Doug Mientkiewicz's glove where it stayed even after the game and barely before the his being traded to the New York Mets for a minor leaguer. The Red Sox ARE the defending National Champions. It pains me to hear people speak like this during the first 20 or so games of the season. It doesn't make a difference toward the season's outcome. To make my point about how little my friend knows about baseball's comings and goings, we made a bet. He has declared that he will now be a Brewers fan. I simply told him, that in order for the Brewers to make the post season they have to win, and beat the Pirates....as bad as the Pirates are, the Brewers are worse. Leagues fight over the right to put them in the other league to increase value. So are bet states that if the Brewers fail to take the Pirates in season average I will be recieving a 6 pack of beer...if I were to lose the same would go to him....well, lets just say I await my beer. But I will wait until October for said frosted brew.

Let's see what else happened....

Um....why is that arrive and arise are so similar in meaning but they have different numbers of r's? It sounds like a trivial problem, I grant you, but if we can't count on a simple thing like the number of r's to be the same in words, what chance do we have that Amy's roommate, Ali will ever learn to tap Dance? or that a blind man will learn how to teach a orangutan to throw garbage more effectively at a target made of goat cheese and cardboard? Is there any point in this paragraph or have I lost all control of this situation in my head....? I just as soon, pick yes and move on....


Until the emptiness beckons again....