Hi!!!!!!!
Want to to thank all of you who wrote in to congratulate Tim on his writing award. It means a lot to us. Not much else going on, so onto the news....
News Item: We had my eighth birthday at Burger King:
One of the cool things about being a parent is seeing all the creative ways one can celebrate a child's birthday. I've been to a bunch of birthdays at Bounce U in Oceanside, (including Timmy's 4th) I've been to bowling parties, (including Timmy's 7th) I've been to more Frozen parties than I care to admit, a couple of movie parties and in a couple of weeks, Timmy's going to a pool party at Saf-T-Rob (er Swim)
One party I will not be attending with Timmy is one in which a stripper is hired for the festivities. Nor will Tara and I be hiring one for Timmy's next shindig. Now you may ask, what kind of a moron would do such a dastardly deed?
Well according to The Daily Star, a woman in Tampa FL, hired a stripper to shake her money maker at her kid's 8th birthday party. Video of the incident was available on line, and showed the kids tossing dollar bills at the dancer and the birthday boy slapping the dancer's bottom. Can you imagine? Even Donald Trump wouldn't be that crass.
There are calls for the mom to be arrested as well as the stripper for accepting such an assignment. The mom? Sure, she's a idiot, lock her up. The stripper? Maybe she didn't know it was going to be 8 year olds, and why turn down a payday? I don't know.
If it was socially acceptable to have strippers perform for kiddies, they could have done it at my grammar school. After all, there was a jiggle joint right around the corner from St. Mary's They could have come over for lunch, and been back in time for their next show. As George Carlin once said, "These are the ideas that kept me from getting in to the really good schools."
Sports: The NCAA Tournament.
Speaking of girls at a bar, filling out a tournament bracket to me is like chatting with someone and buying her drinks all night, until she walks out with some other guy. That's the feeling I get every year, around the elite eight. I think I'm going to get somewhere, and I end up leaving humiliated.
This year was a perfect example.
My Final Four was Virginia (in honor of my sister in law), Oklahoma, Kentucky and Kansas. not exactly going out on a limb. I had two 1's a 2 and with Kentucky a 4 with their coach bitching that they should have been higher. Well, John Calipari and his one and done wonders were out by the second round.
So going into the Sweet 16, I still had three of my four teams alive, including my two finalists. Kansas and Virginia. The three survived the Sweet 16, in Oklahoma won to get my first team into the Final Four. Kansas played Villanova, and as much as I love the Big East, Nova has screwed me over so many times in the past, I usually avoid picking them. So of course they knock out my runner up.
And then, scumbag Jim Boeheim and his Syracuse Orangemen, knock out my National Champ, Virginia, after they also knocked off my wife's team, the Dayton Flyers. I hate Syracuse, hate that they left the Big East for the ACC, hate their lying coach, and hate a lot of their alumni. All those guys at WFAN who went to Syracuse act like big shots. Now I'm sure someone's reading this who went to Syracuse and probably hates me now. I'm sorry but it is what it is.
Then to add insult to injury, the college team I hate the MOST, the North Carolina Tar Heels, beat Notre Dame to become the 4th team to make it.
So I have no chance to win the pool I'm in, three of the Final Four teams I despise, and two of those teams played Saturday night, North Carolina beat Syracuse. The beat goes on. (literally)
But the Syracuse/NC provided me with one great memory. A great man I knew once said that Syracuse could have the greatest team in the world, they'd never win as long as Boeheim was the coach. Well, they did win one championship, but as Ed (Auggie) DePuy pointed out "The only reason he (Boeheim) won that one was because he beat a bigger choke artist than he was in Roy Williams".
That was the night Willams told Bonnie Bernstein on national television that he "Didn't give a sheet about North Carolina" then signed on to coach them a week later. A job he holds to this day.
Mike and the Mad Dog Reunion.
I got to watch a good portion of their show the other night at Radio City, and I hate to admit it, but it was good to hear them together again. They really are better together than they are individually.
One thing they discussed though, which to me was indicative of really what kind of people they are, was a time when they had a disagreement about going to do a show in Indianapolis for a Knick-Pacer playoff game, and they ended up not speaking to each other for 6 months! How can you work with someone who part of the job is to converse with them, and not speak to them off the air for that long? You have to be a special kind of a$$hole to pull that off. When I worked with Karl, we'd have a disagreement at 9, yell at each other till 9;30, and head out to lunch at 12. 6 months? Damn.
I would be remiss however if I didn't point out that they raised over $1 million for the Garden of Dreams foundation.
Not much going on worth noting in politics. Wisconsin votes on Tuesday.
Mets open in Kansas City Sunday night. So we can all see them get their World Series rings. Oh, happy day!
Have a Great Week!
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