who promised a rose garden?
merle and lucky drank in the haze of a neon bud light light
buzzed from the first two frosty mugs of dos equis, they sipped on their third.
that guy just signed for eighty four million bucks lucky said
that guy asked merle?
that guy said lucky.
and they watched him swing
then they watched the next guy and he swung just like the first one.
how much is that guy getting paid merle asked of the second batter who fouled off one after another.
about 7 mil, lucky said.
only 7,000,000.00. you know they used to have a tv show called the six million dollar man.
if this guys worth seven he better do something special.
lucky said well this guys got a really bad attitude, so i guess thats special.
and unlike the 84 million man, the special fellow hit a home run
to win the game.
and then he flipped off the camera.
a little cheer belched out from the bar.
merle got off the barstool, made his way to the mens room
and peed like everyone else in the sink.
sometimes everything works out.
i needed a housesitter or two because my mom won all these cubs tickets for this week coming up
sunday cubs vs red sox
tuesday cubs vs white sox
i was all, thats great but i cant get any time off.
my boss was all, no prob, take all the time you want.
but then i was all ma i cant get a housesitter that quick and knock knock
a former xbi agent needed a place to hide out at and no better crib than mines.
so i guess im flying on a jet plane and soon will be looking at the greg mcilvane portrait of me soon.
ate a delicious dinner with the truest, chilled with chris and hilary who will be celebrating
20 years of marriage(!) this weekend. and tomorrow looks like hiking with karisa.
nice way to coast into a little vacay. which i need. im pooped.
it will be my first time at wrigley in 6-7 years.
heres a funny story: when i was a kid bleacher seats were $3. by kid i mean high school.
today i looked at what the cheapest price for bleachers are on stubhub: $133 for two.
the older i get the less i understand.