And Now For Something Completely Different

After my dad vent I need to lighten up around here.  

Lots of sports today. It was a perfect day to play tennis all day, but I'd have to borrow someone else's body. Fourth of July is coming which means Wimbledon is too. Didn't watch NASCAR or F1. Guess Michelin's tires crapped out during the Grand Prix warm up and a bunch of cars had to drop out. Only five cars raced -- the ones with Bridgestones. And the fans got really pissed. Meanwhile, the Cubs got swept by the Yanks in New York.  The White Sox swept the Dodgers in Chicago. Take that you Northside wankers.

Tiger was threatening to do something at the Open, but didn't. Still it was fun to see him get close. Did anybody think that Jason Gore, who was in the hunt for the US Open title today could lose a few pounds? He seems like an amiable enough guy. But he's supposed to be a professional athlete. I think it behooves those guys to at least look the part. Or wear a lighter shirt so you can't see the sweat so much. Of course, one of the reasons I never took up golf is because I didn't consider a sport. I consider it a skill, like billiards.  If it doesn't make you breathe hard it's not a sport as far as I am concerned. Anyway, even though he looked like a couch potato [HE DID TOO] he seemed like he was having fun, grinning from ear to ear, like anybody ranked 818th who was lucky enough to be in second place for awhile. He sure was happy as hell to be there.

I was watching the Detroit - San Antonio game with my good girlfriend, who lives in San Diego -- do you ever do that, watch TV on the phone -- and she thinks Robert Horry is the best looking guy in the NBA.  I think Rick Fox is, but he may be retired now.  We talked about other things too.  I think.

My daughter in London called today.  She'd just been out for an eleven mile run. I could do eleven miles.  In a car. She and my other daughter are going to run in the Chicago Marathon this fall. The first time they've done a run together. I can't wait. It'll be my older daughter's first marathon. My younger daughter does them a lot.  I really do wish i lived closer to either one of them so I could help them prepare. Foot massages after their runs, healthy shakes, that sort of thing. Your feet get so full of knots after all that time on the road. They don't have treads, ya know. We discussed therapeutic massages and chiropractors, because the aches and pains are starting. And those are people I am very close to. My London daughter is as tall as I am, if not taller, so I reminded her that back problems come with the height. Not to mention long distance running, soccer, basketball, etc., etc.      

Probably the best thing I did for her today was to remind her that it was Father's Day, completely by accident.  I just assumed she'd called her dad. Both she and her boyfriend totally forgot. But I inadvertently saved the day. Mother's Day in London is a different day than here so you might expect them to forget.  But Father's Day is the same day.  So my ex got his phone call, thanks to me.  I didn't mean for that to happen, you know, doing something thoughtful for him.  Really.

Friday marked twenty-one straight days of work. So I was a vegetable these last two. I don't have to be at work until tomorrow afternoon. Can't wait to sleep in on a Monday. I think that could make Mondays bearable. Starting at noon. When I'm ruler of the universe. . .