Dodger win game 2, oh well…
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
— merle Travis
When the Tigers get a double they do the bone saw, but when the Dodgers do one, they stick their arms up in the air and swivel their hips like a stripper.
I have enough skin in the game that if the Dodgers jump out to an early lead, I’ll probably bail like I did last night until I noticed that the score was tied and I started watching it again. I don’t care if Toronto wins so much as I want the Dodgers to lose.
I don’t know where to put this so I’m putting it here. I hadn’t been to IHOP in a long time, but apparently the size of a coffee is now the size of an espresso. I don’t know if this is an effect of the tariffs or not.
And I don’t know how much more of this “winning” or “getting my country back” I can take.
But at least the coffee plantations in the upper peninsula that have been undercut by “cheap foreign coffee“ will be able to rise from the ruins and back to the greatness they once knew.
This is a really good all Idaho Pilsner that’s crisp and with a great finish. It makes me smile.
My son is 50 years younger than me and he and his friends really like it and deride “old people’s beer” saying that IPAs taste like feet. I have neglected asking him how he knows feet taste bad.
I was a Dodgers fan for one year in 1982 when I was laid up from a motorcycle injury and it was the only baseball on the radio where I lived. I loved Fernando, but always knew Garvey was a prick. Vin Scully was great.
But that short-lived Bleeding Dodger Blue part of me has long since expired. I’m pulling for Toronto for lots of reasons, but I don’t have much hope for them.
This was an exciting game to watch. I’m glad it was a nationally televised broadcast and not something on FOX which never allows me to watch the Lions unless they’re playing someone on the West Coast.