Bob

11.1.2kX

Last week, when the World Series was fixin' to start, I ran into my pal Bob. It's not the Bob you are thinking of, but LA Bob, who walks his two wiener dogs mornings in my LA neighborhood. I see him often, and as he sports a Cubs hat, I naturally had to start talking to him.

Last week, when I ran into Bob, we talked about the Series. He asked if I was pulling for Frisco. I said no, I don't care for them. "You aren't pulling for Texas, are you?!? he demanded. "Well, no, Bob," I said, "I got nothing for them, except I hate the AL." We chatted a bit longer and his wiener dogs began to get restless. "I'll see you later, Bob," I said, and wheeled off. He called to me, "Don't root for Texas. Jeez." I thought about that.

Then, watching a bit of the Series, I realized that while I had no love for the Giants, all the guys I really detested weren't there anymore. Plus, they had The Wonder Hamster. Plus they had that lunatic with the ridiculous beard. And while I didn't love, like or hate them, there were a few people I really truly hate that were pulling for the Rangers: Them Bush fellas that fuct our world up so good.

So, I chose not to watch much. Who cares?

I saw Bob again this morning. I told him I thought about what he said about the Rangers and that Big and Little George liking them were enough for me to hate them. He said he figured I'd come around. We chatted a while longer and his wiener dogs began to hump each other. We ignored it, but it was time to get movin'.

Tonight - Yes, we're "Doubling Down" at The Homestead.
C'mon out and help long-time TNSC list members and childhood friends Zara Finlay and Raub Shapiro celebrate their birthday!! Booze and Pizza. Look for us in "the back room".


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!