Just finished watching the World
Series. The team that won is a fave of a friend who lives close to them. His
wife mainly, as I can tell, is a true fan. And after all the cold rain and
running in the mud, I'm proud of the fans. Those guys are crazy to pay to sit
in those kinds of conditions.
And I wrote a message to a friends
blog about his sexual fixation on trimming the bushes, Why not trim the one in
the White House? Yes, Playboy the magazine changed America. It was not a PC
magazine, but it did fill a void (so to speak).
And listening to Beatle covers
created in a basement while thinking about a mystery email that just showed up
on the PC at work, but not at home. What's with that. I'll have to wait until
tomorrow.
And listening to myself sing backwards.
When did the 60's end and the boring world of work begin? Did we forget all of
this. Do (you that are parents) enjoy this in your offspring?
Or have we lost the freedom to
have fun. Crazy fun. No regards to the outcome or the reviews.
Run down that hill and wave your
arms. The sunshine will warm your soul.
2 comments:
Yo, youse guys don't understand Philly. We boo the GOOD teams, just to keep them honest.
Go Phillies!
Somewhere in this rant there may be a hint of a thesis...but I wouldn't know, I'm just the bush trimmer.
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