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05/31/12 02:50 - ID#56503

The old man and the wet kickball field

Silliness I tell ya.

It is possible to be getting too old for some things. I've been playing kickball leagues behind UB for a couple of weeks, but I think my season is over. Last week after visiting my dad in the hospital (he got out the next day), I ran home, changed, and hauled over to the field to join my team. It had been raining, and I almost thought it would have been cancelled.

Probably shoulda been.

It's the goofball league so nothing gets taken too seriously, but I scrambled, played poorly the first game, dropped a couple of easy catches. But in the second game of the doubleheader, I started to find my game. I made a few plays. I got on base a few times. The team was winning, until.....my fourth trip to the plate.

Connected! Sure fire extra base hit, until.....I planted my left foot to start running and it felt like somebody hit the back of my ankle with a sledge hammer. I collapsed like lawn furniture and I think looked back at one point to see what did hit me.

I'd never felt the muscles in the bottom of my leg tighten so fast before. Everybody must have known because I was surrounded in a heartbeat.

"don't put any weight on it" "quick, get some of the beer and that duct tape" and I was on the bench. It wasn't throbbing or anything, so I didn't think it was the end of the world, but I stayed put till the end of the game. When it finished, I hobbled to my car, thanking god that I had the good sense to have automatic transmission. The more you hobble like that, the farther away the car does seem.

To make sure I didn't screw anything up to bad, I drove over to immediacare. When the rest of your team is headed to Gecko's to drink, it is a lonely drive. I checked into the Hertel Ave facility and got xrayed to see pulled ligaments which are slowly returning to normal.

But, I think my season is done.
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Category: random

05/17/12 09:26 - ID#56461

Angie O'Gram

As we speak, my dad is at the new Gates Building undergoing an angiogram. Most medical people I know use the word procedure when it comes to stuff like that and I think that is good. Not only do you bill less on procedures than surgeries, the likelihood that they are no big deal is a faster reality too. In all likelihood, he'll probably be home this evening, but anytime you hear anything heart related it does catch your attention a little bit.

I'm not concerned in the grand scheme, as the old man started complaining after his third 15 mile bike ride last week. That's pretty damn good for 75, considering I'm not sure I can do that now.

The siblings are the basket cases. My younger sister had a boyfriend that went through open heart surgery so with her level of calm, it is a good thing she is in Harlem. The old sister is here and looking for stuff to kvetch about, so I might need to run some emergency chloraform downtown to knock her out. The folks are fine, it's the imaginations that run amuck.

There's a work happy hour tonight and the old man said to go....so, I'm going
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Category: random

05/14/12 04:35 - ID#56455

Drive, He Said

My eldest daughter is learning to drive. She is doing really well. Like any new driver, she has some things to work on, but is doing pretty good. Watch how folks maneuver around Western New York, I had a bit of an automotive epiphany. And funny enough, it’s not her I’m worried about.

In watching how everybody drives like it is all about them, it makes you wonder. Pity the poor devils trying to parallel park on a busy street, as nobody waits. They pull around the poor guy trying to concentrate on his parallel parking. So you got that to think about while the impatient guy doesn’t seem to give a hoot that he pulling into territory that you know, might have a car coming in the other direction.

I just took my son to the movies over the weekend and we’re coming out and this woman is parking her car very snuggly up to mine, so I basically can’t leave. I, of course, raise an eyebrow. She gets out and says “I didn’t hit your car.” I reply “Well, you didn’t buy it dinner either, could you please back up so we can leave and you can horde both spaces?” She attempts the stink eye but does give me the room to at least leave the parking space without the aid of rubber gloves.

Pulling up Main and Goddell, a Hotel van driver weaves a tapestry of obscenity at me when I chose to stop at the red light. Apparently, I should have gone through to the light and taken my chances with the traffic coming off the 33.

Maybe it’s me.

I was running some saturday morning errands earlier and it did seem like idiosyncreasies amuck on the roads today. Apparently, if you are going to eat at Pano‘s, you have to park in their parking lot and road rage when you try to leave it. It seemed to be a theme. And watching the same scene geting replayed at the Co-op was kind of hilarious.

(Folks, just take a space on the street, it’s the weekend and it would do your fat ass good to walk more than 10 feet to each establishment)

Maybe it’s me.

I took in the Auction benefiting Give for Greatness (the arts group) over on Amherst Street Saturday morning and had to drive around the shapnel of a fairly fresh accident at Delaware and Amherst, and nearly got pegged by somebody making a left, from Amherst, who was so semi-circling it, he was mostly in our lane. About a year ago, coming off Amherst harmlessly on to Delaware, I was ticket fodder. No such look this weekend.

Is the nanosecond saved by making your left turn a semi circle worth it?

Is anybody really that in a hurry?

“Can I drive Dad?”

Yeah, sure, just watch out for everything
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Category: cars

04/28/12 07:27 - ID#56389

Maybe It's Me

I just took my son to the movies and we're coming out and this woman is parking her car very snuggly up to mine, so I basically can't leave. I, of course, raise an eyebrow. She gets out and says "I didn't hit your car." I reply "Well, you didn't buy it dinner either, could you please back up so we can leave and you can horde both space?" She attempts the stink eye but does give me the room to at least leave the parking space without the aid of rubber gloves.

Pulling up Main and Goddell, the Doubletree Hotel van driver weaves a tapestry of obscenity at me when I chose to stop at the red light. Apparently, I should have gone through to the light and taken my chances with the traffic coming off the 33.

Maybe it's me. I was running some saturday morning errands earlier and it did seem like idiosyncreasies amuck on the roads today. Apparently, if you are going to eat at Pano's, you have to park in their parking lot and road rage when you try to leave it. It seemed to be a theme. And watching the same site get replayed at the Co-op was kind of hilarious.

(Folks, just take a space on the street, it's the weekend and it would do your fat ass good to walk more than 10 feet to each establishment)

Maybe it's me.

I took in the Auction benefitting Give for Greatness (the arts group) over on Amherst Street this morning and had to drive around the shapnel of a fairly fresh accident at Delaware and Amherst, and nearly got pegged by somebody making a left, from Amherst, who was so semi-circling it, he was mostly in our lane.

My eldest daughter is learning to drive and doing really well. And funny enough, it's not her I'm worried about.

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Category: random

04/17/12 01:42 - ID#56362

Confession

An Irishman goes into the confessional box after years of being away
from the Church. He is amazed to find a fully equipped bar with
Guinness on tap. On the other wall is a dazzling array of the finest
cigars and chocolates in the world.

When the priest comes in, the Irishman excitedly begins..."Father,
forgive me, for it's been a very long time since I've been to
confession, but I must first admit that the confessional box is much
more inviting than it used to be."

The priest replies, "Get out. You're on my side."
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Category: music

04/16/12 11:30 - ID#56361

Shackled and Drawn

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A discussion after the joyful noise that was Friday's Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band show let to a friend asking me what does it for me? Why do I keep coming back? Why I have I seen upteen many shows? Still beaming like an idiot from the 3 hours we just witnesses, part dance party, part political convention, part tent revival, part depraved abandoned, part baptism, all I could say was"All of that." Early on in the show, Bruce promised our feet might hurt, our backs might shake, and you might still grin about it. One of my favorite television characters once said about great oratory "can lift whole houses off the ground." I feel the same about performance of all kinds, but especially about Mr. Springsteen.

He delivered again.

It's always great to hear songs you've always loved when they are performed with such conviction. The 19,000 voice singalong for "Thunder Road" is still in my head two days later, but the new songs and additional musicians that came to bring them alive were equally essential. I was a little worried about that after not really liking the Bruce record. I remember watching one of the televised Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremonies some years ago and the Mamas and the Papas were being inducted. They had so lost a step that 8 singers were needed to help back them up. Springsteen and the E Street Band don't need the help. The horn section, extra singers, percussion added to the fact that something new was being said, and despite it all "the rich guitar player being given a pass" was still a man of the people. And this people was still all too eager to be a part of something larger than himself. Collectively, we've all be at it awhile, and it was nice that the folks on stage haven't lost a step.

There were a few presents for us long time kooli-aid drinkers: "Point Blank" appeared and the last time I heard it live was in 1980 at the Aud, "Rendezvous", which has only be heard on my Ipod and "Mountain of Love", which might have been on the first bootleg I ever purchased. It was fun to see young fans enjoying the new material and the mix of other songs was pleasing to this old pro. Apparently, we nearly got an "E Street Shuffle" according to a set list making the rounds. But, it's all good. It's embarrassing to want so much from music (as the man himself once noted), but when you get "it" there are no words to adequately describe that happy, buzzing sensation of your soul getting a musical feast. And to be a part of a 19,000 voice strong chorus on "10th ave Freezeout" just seals the deal.

Back to my friend's question, it's the music and the way it's performed that gets you, gives your soul a stern talking to, and takes you to places you can't give directions back from and a night on E Street is a sure a bet as you can get.

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Category: holiday

04/08/12 03:12 - ID#56333

Happy Easter Peeps

You got an irish guy and an italian guy sitting at the bar. After a few drinks, a predictable argument occurs. “You’re so stupid.” “No, you’re so stupid,” ” No, you’re so stupid, I bet you probably don’t know when Easter is.” Money get placed on the bar, bartender comes over and the pressure is on. Gent steadies himself, stands up, takes a swig, clears his throat and announces “Easter! is when Jesus Christ, rises from the dead…..rolls away the stone….and, if he sees his shadow….”
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Category: work

03/23/12 01:30 - ID#56273

Monkey Business

Never have I had a monday like I had this past monday. For a couple of years, a colleague of mine and I have had this mostly joking list of the stuff they don't teach you in Marketing/Public Relations/Journalism school.

Gorillagate makes it on to the list.

In case you were under a rock, the male gorilla got out of his cage on Monday. He never strayed more than a few feet away from there, but it was my first instance of being truly scared at work.

One of my reoccuring nightmares here is if an animal got out, then what and since Monday, my mental remote control has being going pretty much nonstop.

As soon as it was clear what was going on, we were dispatched to move people, zoo guests, away and in my place, be the police contact guy. So, I was just outside the gorilla house, keeping anybody who wasn't armed from going in and watching the doors.

Let me tell you, when the ruff lemurs are perturbed, they make a helluva noise, scared the shit out of me. I turned away for a second and they did it again, which caused a coworker to run back to our building. Afraid of what I didn't see, I did too. (Somewhere, there is footage of that embarrassment.)

Thankfully, it ended about as well as something like that could have, and I can remember the inanities of doing laps in my car around Delaware Park driving my boss so she could do live tv with each of the tv stations with a laugh, but it's not everyday Swat comes to call.

It's okay to be a little scared at work, just never thought I actually would be.

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03/06/12 08:44 - ID#56178

How do the hipsters keep those caps on like that?

I found myself in a ready to smack people mood lately. My lovely eldest daughter has managed to own this year so far and it is really great. One of the jobs she has secured is at Vasillis Express across from Mr. Pizza. She has a couple of crappy shifts and one of those ended at midnight last week. I came over to give her a ride home, but didn't go in, to not get in the way.

Didn't stop four knuckleheads from getting in the way though. In previous weeks, she has come out in tears because the boss had a fit over them turning the open light off at before his perception of midnight had arrived. We've all had nuts supervisors so all I can or should do is listen. But I sat in my car in quiet amazement as these four jamokes were oblivious to the line cook and my daughter sweeping up, closing down stoves, taking in signs, shutting display case lights off. One actually left and returned??

After a long day of fun, the fact that it was 12:25 when they finally stood up quelled the urge to go in smack all four of them upside the head.

I stayed put and listened as my child came out a few minutes later weaving a rather impressive tapestry of obscenities. As she doesn't have the deepest of voices, I couldn't help it, a dumb smirk was sneaking across my face.

It is possible to laugh at !2:45 on a Thursday morning.
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Category: random

03/05/12 07:54 - ID#56177

Like a Sauna in there...

Off and on for the past few years, I’ve subjected myself to the hot box of fitness that is Bikram Yoga. After a breather, I pushed myself to three classes last week. The truly scholarly refer to it as “your practice.” I practice Bikram, much in the way an elephant “practices” tight rope walking. Sadly the resemblances don’t end there, but thankfully, that isn’t the point.

It’s all about doing the best you can. When you are as athletically gifted as I (and when I say gifted…), that is a good thing. There are no false expectations, competitions, just a gentle guiding toward better health, actual feeling good and sometimes more.

Every class is taught like it is happening to you for the first time. This makes it good and bad, as your muscles do indeed have memories, and apparently potty mouths.

Once you set yourself past the fact that it is both 105 in the room and somebody else’s heating bill, you can start to slip into the familiar, 26 poses that well, beat you up productively. A friend worried about the heat. I don’t think much about it as, it doesn’t take long for the desert like perspiration to start setting in. The first foreword bend sets off a series of snap, crackles and pops that rivals the freshest breakfast cereal. A series of exercises stressing balance reminds me that I don’t have any. The stretches that follow start to make my lungs hurt as this is where first few classes have thrown me a little, but I persevere, hanging in there. All hope might not be lost as I am able to even assume the tree pose with minimal resemblance to a weeble.

The second half of the class is down on the mats and one pose does have you laying on your stomach, trying to lift everything you can off the ground. Everytime an instructor says to “imagine yourself a bird,” my thoughts tend to go penguins as like them I apparently am not made to fly.

But after 90 melting minutes, I got through it and will head back for more later this week. It’s a bit torturous, and like that commercial with Charles Barkley, I’m not there for the higher consciousness, I’m there because a beer tonight would taste really good.

And it does seem to allow that.
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