Thursday, July 31, 2008

Hang on, I think I am going to get a drink rather then Kiss any of you.

Nashville Tiger Fan sent this photograph to me:
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I think its funny how those women act like kissing them would be better then drinking.
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Tobacco Road



The oldest bar in Dade County. It has been at this location selling alcohol for over 100 years.
They also have some nice burgers. I am particularly fond of the Death Burger. It comes with Jalapenos on top and spicy cheese.
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I was sitting in my convertible, stuck at the draw bridge at this exact location, so I took this picture, and then I just figured I would put it up on my blog. No particular reason, Just cause.
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Also, I love that I can get on that train thing that runs through my building and get off at the 8th street station and walk about 100 yards or so and I am here. Drink as much as you want Bill you don't have to drive home.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Buy Randy Pausch's book, Watch his video on You tube, It will make you a better person.

Watched 20/20 tonight. It was about Randy Pausch. He Died this past Friday. If you don't know who he is, then you should go to You Tube and watch his "Last Lecture" It has been viewed over six million times. there are other videos. Lectures that he did after his "Last Lecture" Of course, their is also his best selling book that you can read.
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Here is what he can do for you. He can lay it out there and give you insight into your own life. He can make you cry, Not in a sad way, although it is sad, but in an inspiring way. I am glad I read his book and have watched pretty much all his videos and tonight there was the 20/20 piece.
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His testimony in front of congress is pretty spot on, about the situation. He was beyond bright, because he had figured out what was important and had a good blueprint for living, and then he shared it with the world. Its up to the world to listen.


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Monday, July 28, 2008

Its coming....

Can you feel it? The most wonderful time of the year is on the cusp of beginning once again.
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Soon the sports pages will be chalk full of football news. Saturdays and Sundays will take it to another level. Saturdays and Sundays are already the world class athletes of the week, but soon they will be down to their playing weight, all cut up, lean, and just showing off their skills at being the best two days out of the seven. Monday will also step up, and although still the crappiest of them all, for the next few months anyways, Monday will provide a little candy at the end of the crapfest and let the evenings have a little creme brulee.
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Being on dial up, in a high speed world


This past Friday, July 25, 2008, I drove to Gainesville to see my kids. It’s something I do every third weekend since I moved to Miami. * It’s 332.9 miles from my parking space, to the parking space in front of my ex-wife’s apartment, give or take a tenth of a mile depending on how many times you pull off into the rest stops.
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I go, because I want to stay in their lives. I do it for me, because I love them and hate not living with them on a day to day basis anymore. That part sucks. These weekends are like recharging a worn out cell phone battery. Instead of “triple A’s” or “C” or “D” These batteries are labeled “Me.” The week before I go, I am pretty much on less then one bar.

When I say I do it for me. I mean that. It may be selfish, but it is not just selfish on the level of me missing them and wanting to see them, no, this is selfish on multiple different layers. Its not just the happiness I derive out of seeing them, and being with them, and watching them grow up. It goes well beyond that.
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It’s me being selfish in the future also. Years from now when they are grown, I want them to be a part of my life. I want them to have fond memories of me. I want them to know I am there for them, not only then, but that I always was. The money I send to their mother is just the entry point in all this. They don’t know about that, or if they do, they don’t comprehend it, but It’s why I live here, instead of there. Without Miami, I can’t afford the money I send. I love you Miami, for being so full of people. People that own homes.
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Because I live here, and they live there, I only get to watch them on dial up, with a 900 baud modem. Their lives are going at high speed, and meanwhile, I get to see it in snap shots. The view I have is like when you used to pull one page up on the Internet and it took 30 minutes, only multiply that times lives being lived, versus our time on earth. Our lives may take approximately 80 or so years, but three week intervals missed, while kids become adults is way worse then having crummy dial up on such a high speed Internet that is their lives.
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Still, if you only have dial up available, its better then not having the Internet at all right? No matter what you do, from now on you are only allowed dial up. Even if I figured out a way to live in Gainesville and still make the money I do down here, ultimately that would only be like upgrading from the 900 baud modem dial up, to maybe a 2400 baud modem dial up. In the end it’s still all dial up no matter what.
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* I missed one of my weekends. Some crap was going down in the high speed world and I became very frustrated with the dial up service.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Wisdom from a 7 year old

A conversation at dinner last night:
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DAUGHTER: - Why do we get "TWO" forks?
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ME: - One is for the salad and the other is for the meal.
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DAUGHTER: - But I didn't order a Salad?
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ME: - Still, thats what the other fork is for, It comes with all the silverware sets.
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SON: - I think they give you two forks in case you drop one on the floor

Thursday, July 24, 2008

An open letter to a guy who ranks higher then Three Star General in the united States Military

Caleb Campbell, You are a Good Man. I know that from listening to your story. I know it from listening to how you reacted to the bullshit that was thrust down on you today. There is quite a bit to be said for attitude in this life, and you sir, not only have a great attitude, but you also have some seriously high character. You are clearly among the best and the brightest that this country has to offer. I admire you for the way you have dealt with this, and want you to know that the rest of this post is going to be me bitching on your behalf, as I realize you are to good of a person to do it for yourself.
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For those of you who are not familiar with Calebs story, here is a brief summary: Caleb chose to become an officer in the United States Military and was given an opportunity to go to West Point to do so.
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West Point makes Harvard look like a community college in terms of opportunity to get in. Maybe not academically, but seriously, I think you can only get in if a senator or a congressman asks for you on your behalf, and even then, you still have to have some grades and records that are top end stuff. Getting in to West Point is not like signing up for Miami Dade Community College.
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Caleb did that, He became a cadet. He was given that opportunity because someone, probably a senator or a congressman, and also probably a football coach believed in him, and he did not let them down. He was given that opportunity because someone was able to see that the kid he was, would turn into, not only a good and decent man, but also a leader. He full filled that trust.
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Besides doing all the crap every plebe in the academies is supposed to do, he also played football . He did it well. So well, that the National Football league believed he may have a chance to be one of the 1,693 men that get to be in the league each year, and he was drafted. The team that drafted him did not do it for altruistic reasons. They also believed he might add value to their club. At that point the military also believed he could add value in that role and had a policy that said for this type of situation, they would allow him to do so.
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On draft day he was in New York. When they interviewed him, he brought down the publicity for West Point. He brought it down like the thunder that it truly was, and he brought it down with a sledge hammer in the force that it dealt. The National Football league benefited, but so did the academies, all of them. Not just West Point. He explained how he would work in recruitment during the off season as part of his orders. His mere presence implied the huge P.R. benefits he was also bestowing to both of his employers. He did it with a huge amount of humility and his character shined through.
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Today he was supposed to report to the Lions training camp to begin taking advantage of his chance to make an NFL Roster. Today, what he did instead, was drive back from Detroit to West Point, because the Army changed its mind. They were like Oops, never mind, we changed that policy, so now you cannot do this anymore. He had orders and he dutifully complied.
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He did that with humbleness and character as well. Dan Patrick interviewed him on his radio show. Caleb was talking on a cell phone while he conducted it, as he was driving back, and although you could tell he was disappointed. He gave the same line when he was first questioned about the situation. He said he is a lieutenant in the Army, and will do what he is told to do in that regards. Just like he was ecstatic to have been given the opportunity to play football, He was ok with the military changing their mind, and he would do whatever the U.S. Military said he should do. He truly wanted what was there for him, but he took the snatching away of it very manly like, and very admirably.
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He did say it came from way up top, because he personally knew a three star General who fought for him and lost. He said it wasn't West Point. That was the Three Star General that argued on his behalf. Tell me this? If a Three Star General cannot effect the orders of a lieutenant in the very same army that he is a Three Star, then who was it that must have made this decision? a four star guy? a five star guy? The President?
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Its all a bunch of bullshit. He may or may not have made that team, but he would have been way more valuable in that role trying, then the role he is being pushed into now. Know what that role is? He said he will either be a graduate assistant coach at West Point, or at the High School feeding school in New Jersey. He is going back to find out which of those positions he was chosen for. Those are his new orders, and he will do what he has to. I just think its a huge waste for the army, and a huge waste for him. I hope it gets reversed, and I hope that people that make military policy are not close minded idiots.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Hello Dolly

Hello Dolly --
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Bottom line, a hurricane hitting Texas, south of Galveston/ Houston at a level one force Hurricane. doesn't really do a lot for my pocket book -- Just driving there would be about a grand and then its kind of rural, meaning even what little there is, it will be spread out, thus costing more gas, Plus living in Texas somewhere, paying for a hotel .... No, Dolly, you are more like a metaphorical type of thing----- something to bring hope for later, but for now you kind of suck, as you cause that trouble on those poor rural Texans. Texans that fought Mexico. Texans who think their state is better then everyone else. Texans who think they are just better then you period, because you know, they live in Texas. and they want to tell you all about how they live in Texas and that they are better then you.
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Again, I hate that I do well when hurricanes hit populated areas, but that is how it is. and I live in a populated area so you know, sometimes I hate em for me as well, and love em for my pocket book all at the same time. It is a sucky thing that kind of works for me, but no, not in Brownsville Texas at a level one. that causes me more aggravation thinking what if, However, Miami at a level 3, that would certainly pay.

Book Review

Read the "Life of Pi." this weekend ....It was a good read, made you think about life, faith, and beliefs. Mostly about faith. The main character believed in god so much that he considered himself a Christian, Hindu and a Muslim. The book didn't beat you over the head with religion though, like so many books about religions do. It was a fictional story that is kind of crazy but so well done you were able to buy in to it and then the end tied it all together and the whole thing makes you think.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Golf!

Greg Norman and the boys seem to be having some trouble today:
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Saturday, July 19, 2008

Look for me on the T.V.

What a beautiful Gorgeous sunny summer day in Miami.
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The Marlins are playing the Phillies today in a nationally televised game. Some friends of mine are going to take it all in. Look for me on the T.V. It will be on FOX. I am working on slowing down my mind right now so that I can get in the moment of each pitch, most of which will just get caught, and thrown back, but some of which will be swung at and missed, and others that will actually create about 4 minutes of excitement throughout the day. Although that will be exciting, its the cereberal-ness and the small things that make taking in a ball game such a good experience.
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Don't worry football, still love you the best.

Friday, July 18, 2008

A brief and boring summary of a pathetic softball game

This is a quick post about a coed softball game in Miami Beach, Florida that probably will interest no one in the world, but its like this, its My blog and I can write about boring shit if I want to.
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First of all, Bill still got to bat third even after last weeks o-fer . We lead off a girl, she makes an out, the number two hitter has a single with an error to get on second. I had a single also, but the outfielder made a mistake and tried to throw the runner out at home and I advanced to second on the play. We had our first lead of the season, one to nothing.
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the next guy knocked me in and we were up two to nothing. We held that lead through their half of the inning, went one two three in the second, held them again in the bottom, and lo and behold we still had a two nothing lead after two full innings.
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Then we played horrible the rest of the night and got beat 14 to 2, run ruled even. Kind of pathetic.
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Then some of us had beers and told some lies and stuff, and there you go. A Friday night kind of well lived except for the losing really bad part.
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Two for Two tonight as well I think that makes me 2 for 5 on the season after last weeks o-fer

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Just how strappy, and just how long?

What if I wrote a post about what happened Thursday night to the Billster?
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What if that same post included eating home made potato chips with some kind of home made potato chip dip on the side? A potato chip dip that was filled with zestiness and flavor that you mistaked it for possibly being what people eat while they are in the waiting room of heaven?
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Please, if you have ever had something like that dig in to your taste buds and come out the sides of your facial pours , and then you end up in the waiting room of heaven, don't ask Jesus about the dip. Rather, try to ask something more intelligent, like why all the faith based bullshit? Ask him why god doesn't just present himself? And why it is such a game for him? Why do so many bad things happen to good people?
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If the response turns out to be that he did, and it was in the form of this dip, then bow your head and come to a true belief in God. I can only say this because the dip is that tasty. It may actually prove the existence of God. To all you atheists out there that read my blog, here is your chance to go the other way. Its all about some dip you can find at Manneys, and a beautiful woman.
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What if, after that awesomeness of actually understanding that God exists, this very same post talked about a woman that helped me eat those homemade potato chips? Would that be sacrilegious? Pretend like she was super tall, beautiful, intelligent and wore strappy looking high heels? Pretend like the Billster took the time to get to know her and that the Billster was impressed, not only with the beauty, and the legs, and the strappy high heels, but also with the self awareness she possessed?
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Then, lets pretend like, later on, she used her beauty and womanly ways, to get unlimited strawberries delivered to us, and that those same strawberries came with complimentary whipped cream. Don't worry that the only reason these favors were being presented was due to the wait staffs admiration of her beauty. She wouldn't stop there. She then had a liquid chocolate also delivered, and again, this was all gratis.
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I think that would be an awesome post, if all that happened.
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I think that if she gave me her phone number and acted like she truly wanted me to call her enough so that she made me put it in my cell phone and also wrote it on a napkin as her friends were leaving, that would also only be something good and wholesome. Especially if the two numbers were the same. And if you texted her later on just to be sure and she replied? Then maybe you would say to yourself, Self, I have a chance.
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What if all that happened this past Thursday night? That would be a good thing.
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Signed
A newly single guy who is easily impressed with long legged women wearing strappy heals that provide strawberries all gratis style.
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A post about a post that I won't post

I just wrote an awesome post.
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It was well written, funny, and moved the would be reader along. It kept the anticipated audience, (wait for it) anticipating.....It made the reader look forward to the next paragraph and at the end, it would have made them sad that there wasn't more. Each paragraph tied back to the prior paragraph in subtle and humorous ways. I built on the theme like it was fucking Beethoven's symphony. A symphony that he never wrote, but would have if he was not a musical savant in the 1700's, but instead, if he was a middle aged Miami blogger in the twenty ought eights. Think of "Beethoven's Fifth", but it wasn't old school like that, it was more like Stairway to Heaven, in that it built on itself, much like his "fifth", but also never forgot that ultimately, the people listening to it are probably mostly stoned, and wearing 25 dollar concert t-shirts.
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I have the ability to do that. I can write a little bit.
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Generally, its not something I am in control of. Sometimes the words just flow out of my soul, through my fingertips onto the keyboard, and into my website. Other times, not so much. I wish I could harness it, and am working to do so. But, this current state of depression I am in is like water being doused on fire, Its like Jesus promoting atheism,* its just contradictory to itself. My sadness at the things my wife wanted in life, versus what I had been working for, is just oil and water, cats and dogs, nineteen twenties prohibitionists and alcoholics dancing to Beethoven, but feeling self conscious about it because of all the gyrating that goes on, and the one guy being drunk and the other person being kind of a prude.
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The reason I didn't post this awesomeness was not because I lack Ego, I promise, if this thing was about my ladder, or eating hot dogs, or even getting text messages at 5:30 in the morning about "seexy" porn, I would have layed it out there on my blog. No, this well written, funny, Beethoven like post that built on itself like a teenage boy hungers to see a woman's boobies, was about something personal and something that I chose to self censor.
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That's what I do lately. Self Censor. My blog got used against me in my own divorce. I had written about doing well in one of my posts. I had even stated that maybe long term, it was possibly even better then I had been doing before. It got taken as this: "Billy is rolling around naked in a bed full of money while simultaneously having sex with seven beautiful women."
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So because of all that, I don't always write about what I am thinking about, but tonight I did, but then instead of posting it, I deleted it, and wrote this post in its place.
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Signed,
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self censor boy
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* I used the comment about Jesus promoting atheism in a comment I made on one of Covert Overt's posts and reused it here. She was saying how she hated guided tours of stuff, but that a particular guided tour she took was awesome. Hence, Jesus promoting atheism, that and once, a long time ago I tried to pursuade a body shop guy to use aftermarket parts and he didnt want any bit of that so he said that line to me then..... it works though in all of the contexts.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Thunder Chilli

Back in my old life, I didn't cook much, and that hasn't changed in my new life. I did make some pretty awesome Chilli however, and last night I brought the thunder down on a batch of the stuff.
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As no one else was going to eat it, I figured I would make it with a little punch, a little sweat on the back of your neck and top of your forehead type of boom. I loaded it up with spices, and to water it down, I used almost a half bottle of hot sauce. I added Cayenne Peppers and a prodigious amount of Jalapenos, plus the Jalapeno juice that they sat in, and about a ton of Salt. It was a salty, sweaty, spicy batch of Chilli is what it was. Had my two bowls with some shredded cheese on top, and a dash bit more hot sauce to cool it down temperature wise, and we had some FIRE ASS CHILLI for dinner last night. When I say We, I mean mostly just me.
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I put the rest in the refrigerator to save it for tonight and also to let it soak in, because the process of sitting in the hotness will help the fresh tomatoes I cut up absorb the stuff even more for tonight, I turned my A/C down just now to help get my body ready for it.
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There are lots of things that suck about being single and lots of things that don't suck so much. Making fire ass chilli with thunder and boom in it, is one of those things that are great about it. In my old life I would have had to mellow it out so my wife and kids could partake. Even then they never really liked it much. It was chilli compromised. So Old life = CHILLI COMPROMISED, New life = CHILLI WITH THE THUNDER AND THE BOOM.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

This guys pretty good


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Been having a hard time thinking, or writing so I am just "you tube boy", its a phase, like when I used to have acne..

Monday, July 14, 2008

Saturday, July 12, 2008

A recruitment letter to those that left comments on the last post.

To all of those that are interested in playing softball at Flamingo Park on Friday nights. the E-mail address to send your request to is: Steve@tmssc.com He runs the league. I think it costs 55 dollars to play. If you are Good or a Girl, please request to play for LAST KID PICKED. I have no idea how it all works, and maybe he assigns you to some other team, which, if you arent any good thats ok. Not that we are. Any good I mean, but we are looking to upgrade and have a team that not only is good, but that also likes to hang out and drink beers with us at the Quarterdeck bar. Also, we need women. --- Sure we all need women, but I mean women that want to play softball.

South Florida Style Softball

Last night at a place called Flamingo Park, on South Beach, my hack coed softball career was renewed all South Florida Style. It was a place with no outfield fence, but if you hit it far enough, the left fielder would have to dodge dog piles as he chased after it. There is a bona fide dog park filled with dog owning hippies at about 320 feet from the plate. Next to the field, a bunch of Latino looking people were playing soccer, half of them with out any shirts, yelling at each other in Spanish. There is a HUGE Oak tree in Left Center field, and the pitchers mound seemed way to close to home plate, but what the hell, I haven't been killed by a line drive yet, and only have a few memories of welts to my gut and legs, so I will just deal with it.
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My team is an all free agent team. We basically signed up as individuals, and they created this team for us. It is aptly named: LAST KID PICKED. So, not only did we play our first game last night we basically met everyone as well. We got beat pretty soundly in our first game, and I played horrible. It was fun though. Afterwards, about five of us went to a bar called Quarterdeck and told some lies and drank some beer, so that was good.
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We were the home team for the first game, and we put a girl at Second Base. She went out there and stood right on the bag. That always cracks me up. Before I pitched, I advised her to kind of move over a bit. She took about two steps, so now she wasn't standing directly on the bag anymore, but was about 18 inches from it. So I told her to move some more, and again, she stepped over about 18 inches or so. At this point I physically pointed to the area that a proper second baseman would line up at, and said: "Stand where I am pointing." She moved over about another 18 inches and we were golden! I figured it really doesn't matter where she stands. I doubt she will actually catch anything anyways if its hit to her, and at least if she is only 36 inches from the bag she will no doubt be able to get to it when we have to turn two.... (that's sarcasm, She certainly wasn't going to be able to throw the ball from second to first) She was fun though and she didn't seem to care that she had no idea what she was doing, In fact she had wanted to play left field, which would have been awesome, as basically that is the primary place most hack softball players hit the ball to...
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The other team wasn't all that great, it was just that we were way worse. They won 14 to 8 but it wasn't really that close. We scored about 5 of our runs in our last at bat to make it look more respectable then it really was. I was oh-ferr which is just absolutely pathetic, and even though I would occasionally do that back in my old softball life, I had a history with those guys and they knew I would come around and be my normal hitting self again, so I would stay at the top of the lineup usually. After last night I am sure I will be hitting tenth or something next week and based on the data that these guys have, that would be very proper. Its a matter of them having some bad data, or to small of a sample size.
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One more thing kind of cracked me up. When we made an infield out by getting the runner at first, and no one else was on base, the first baseman would throw it over to the second basewoman after the out, like they throw it around in the infield in real baseball. The second basewoman would sometimes catch it and sometimes not. when she did catch it she wouldn't throw it to the third baseman, but just throw it back to me, kind of defeating the whole purpose of the first baseman. She had no idea why he was throwing it to her. After about the third time I mentioned to the first baseman that maybe this was just more of a waste of time then anything cool. He laughed, and agreed with me. It was kind of funny though.
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Rick, again, I am so very grateful for the link: http://www.southfloridadailyblog.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

A fun night of watching Old Gator Games.

Wednesday night I went out to dinner with my Dad, He had been in Europe most of the summer, so it was the first time we actually talked in over a couple of months. We had stayed in touch over E-mails and what have you, but until tonight, I had not talked with him for several months. Sure, during the time period that he was off in Europe, I had almost wrecked his car, I also mostly killed his plants. What the hell are sons for if they cant kill some plants and wreck some cars? but I digress, it was a good night, filled with all you can eat Steak, and a bottle of wine. HELL YES it was good! Glad to see you again big guy!
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After Dinner, I came home and mindlessly turned on the T.V. This mindless act though, turned out to be an absolute awesome thing.
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The last time I had the T.V. on, it was because I was watching the Marlins get their ass kicked 10 to 1 by the lowly ass Padres. When I turned on the T.V. tonight, that same channel was showing a re-run of the 1991 Florida, Florida State game...... Oh Joy.
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Of all the football games ever played by the Gators this is truly one of the finest. It was not quite as good as the 97 UofF vs FSU game, but it was an excellent contest with an outstanding finish.
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Of Course the Gators Won that day, 14 to 9. But even in the relatively lowly score, their was all kinds of courage displayed by both teams and it truly was epic. It was hot, they were both Highly rated and the year before, FSU had Kicked the Gators Ass.
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Casey Weldon was the Quarterback that day for the Seminoles and what he did during that game was awesome. He got his ass kicked play in and play out, but he kept standing in there and throwing deadly accurate passes. When it was 14 to 3 late in the Fourth Quarter, he threw a T.D. to Amp Lee, to bring it to 14 to 9, but he also had to be carried off the field because of a hit he took on that very same play. Mr. Bowden brought in the back up QB to go for the two, which happened to be Rob Johnson, Who would of course, later on in life, lead the Bucs to their only Superbowl win. Rob got his pass Smacked down though, which ended up being huge.
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I digress, This post isn't about Brad Johnson, but really it's about that game. I remember watching it in the Lavender Mullet, which was a bar in Gainesville. this was before I had met my wife and before my life had been both so joyous and then so hard, all because of her.
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I thought about the Pre- Marriage Bill, and that day in particular, It brought me back. All the things that have happened since then, I have brought on myself. This includes rising up within a company and going through a horrendous mess of a divorce, but on that day I was just a guy who loved to watch Gator football and I was a guy who had no real worries. I still love watching Gator football, I just do it with more worries now.
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I was me that day, and I remember the joy in all of it. I am also a current acquaintance of Casey Weldon, so after watching a little bit of it, I called him to make sure he knew that this particular game was on T.V. tonight, and what Channel it was on. He answered, and asked me why I hadn't called him the night before when they played the 1990 game. (A game in which FSU won Big.) I told him it was only because I cant really remember that one. ( I lied) He didn't seem to want to turn on the T.V. and watch it though, so I did not rag on him about it to much, I mean I was just a fan, he played in it, had Surgery because of it the next day, and when most people meet him, they still ask why he didn't try to run it on that last offensive play.
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Just as a refresher, The Noles were losing 14 to 9 but they had the ball at about the Gator 8 yard line with less then two minutes and a fourth down play. Casey Rolled out, and it kind of looked like he might have been able to run it on in, but he threw a pass towards Matt Frier. It was broken up by Will White, and the Gators won.
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Just to Clarify, no way would he have been able to run it in. He told me so himself the first day I met him, years ago at a golf thing. My question that day was not that however, he had just assumed it because that was what everyone asked him. My question was if he thought Will White committed Pass Interference. He had no comment.
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Later on during the broadcast of this game, and after I had called him, He showed up on the T.V. talking with Shane Mathews, Brad Culpepper and James Bates. Of course, I called him after that again, and he explained that he had forgotten he had done that little piece regarding that particular game. It was kind of like Interactive T.V. for me, although as competitive as Casey is, I believe that he kind of regretted that I called. Not me though, it was good memories. and it was good T.V., The interactive type even though the game had been played in 1991 and the tape of him and the various Gators had been made about a year ago.



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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Bat Girl goes Spiderman

Look at this thirty nine second video for an awesome display of "ball girling"....

Monday, July 7, 2008

Chris Leak throws a pretty ball

Chris Leak throws a real pretty football.

Dara Torres kicks her way to her 5th Olympics

Wow, Dara Torres Rocks!


Dara Torres and her daughter Tessa

She is a Florida Gator that has done well for herself. After she won the qualifying race to make her fifth Olympics they blew out the song "American Woman" on the loud speakers. She will probably carry our flag into the opening ceremony, and if she does, I am going to need you to pretend like I wasnt just guessing, but that I was actually breaking the news to you. Like I am Ed Sullivan inviting Dara Torres onto my television show to play her music, or you know, the beatles or Elvis, except its the beautiful 41 year old Dara Torres, and I dont think she sings, but she does kind of glide on water.
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As someone reading my blog, you are free to act like you were in on the news about her carrying the American Flag into the Opening Ceremony. When it is announced in the mainstream media, you can tell anyone you know how you heard it here first. It's cool being "in the know" isn't it?
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Also O-Bama will choose Hillary as his running mate.
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Saturday, July 5, 2008

Friday, July 4, 2008

Happy FOURTH

"To be born is to be lucky. Later, life may prove a failure or success...but that life is there should be a matter of congratulation, daily renewed."
--- Kylie Tennant

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Coming to America

When you read the rags to riches stories, It usually starts off like this: A guy comes to America. He usually only has twenty bucks in his pocket. I think that is some kind of a Karmic law that they always, only have twenty bucks in their pocket.
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Then they make something of themselves. and after they are successful, when they tell their story, they start it off with this line: "I arrived in America with TWENTY BUCKS in my pocket and the shirt on my back..." They usually say that shit with some kind of an accent.
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Before reading these next few sentences, try to imagine my accent. It has some southern twang to it sure, but it has a northerners pace, and a midwesterners drawal. I was born in America, and was more successful in life then most Americans are. Its a fact that you can look up statistically. I would give you the statistics I am talking about, except that I feel like you reading my blog is good enough, and that we have a relationship. You should just trust me on this. See, I am working on building trust back up in relationships as we speak, or you know, blog. Whatever.
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I can also back that statement up anecdotaly. I have achieved some things, I was going places, I had some ability, a small amount of common sense as well. I also have a College Education (Thanks Dad) A pretty nice work ethic to go along with it. That Work Ethic was basically developed by Coach Castro, Coach Ward and Coach Wicke (My main High School Football Coaches) and even Coach Russel (My High School Baseball Coach, who I have a bit of a colorful history) but here I am at 42 years old, and my net worth is about $20 bucks. Seriously, there is tons of Math involved, and any accountant could say: what about this? Any lawyer that I hired to argue my point would counter the accountant, and he would say: "Yes BUT"....Arguments could be made in all sorts of ways. Here is the bottom line though: In my opinion, the way I figure it, Right now,.... I would say I am worth about TWENTY BUCKS.
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So I am hoping that this is it, this is when I come to America, metaphorically speaking. This is when I build it, then they come, just like freaking Kevin Costner says. July 2nd 2008, The Billster is worth $20 bucks. I am figuring it is Karmic.
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I am supposed to drive on up to Gainesville so I can see my kids for the weekend this week, The old 332 to the 352 (thanks for that line Michelalicious) but right now as of today, I am worth Twenty Bucks. I can promise you, even with twenty bucks, you are not going to be able to drive to Gainesville, stay in a hotel for a few days, eat normal meals, and drive back to Miami on Twenty bucks.
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Their are ways around this, The United States Postal Service is supposed to help. Tomorrow there should be a check in my mailbox that allows for the trip. Its kind of a catch twenty two, however. I have to somehow hope it is on time and in the box, then I have to figure out a way to get it into my bank, all while I am out working, more then likely tomorrow, in WEST FREAKING PALM BEACH. I need to help that paper that is the check, do its butterfly shit and metamorphis into money in my bank account. Lets dont forget Friday is a Holiday and banks are closed. Good thing Rent isn't technically due till Saturday July 5th. No worries though, That Judge thinks so very highly of me.
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Anyhow, that is my epiphany for tonight. I am like an immigrant coming to America, I have to put my time in until I get my ass back on top. Glad to have you guys reading my blog to help ..... Thanks

A girl named Une Suk Li, but you can call her Natasha

This is a long video. It is 25 minutes. I promise you it will move you if you take the time to invest those twenty five minutes:





Tuesday, July 1, 2008

The story behind the story

I was minding my own business today, driving my car around South Florida, trying to earn a buck, listening to sports talk, when celebrity gossip got front and center on my car radio. That's right, Pam Anderson and Sports talk, Mixed in together:


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Briefly, here is the story. Pam Anderson was on some talk radio show in Australia, and evidently she called Jessica Simpson a "Bitch" and a "whore" because Jessica wore a shirt that said: Real Girls Eat Meat:





Pam Anderson is one of those PETA People, so I guess it offended her.
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Well, there is more to it then just that. ( side note: I feel kind of like Melanie Griffith right now in that movie working girl where she took two companies, and saw the synergies, and voila they had a merger except I am not going to be falling in love with Harrison Ford or anything) Well, anyways, here is where Celebrity Gossip and my love for all things NFL converge, and I give you insight into all this silliness.
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You may or may not be aware that Jessica Simpson is currently Dating Tony Romo, the Quarterback for The Dallas Cowboys, and also, two years ago, He was on The Happy Surprise franchise in the Tickle Me Elmo Fantasy Football League, a franchise owned by this Very blogger.







Before Romo and Simpson began dating, Romo was involved with Carrie Underwood



Twice, Carrie Underwood has been named the sexiest female Vegetarian alive by P.E.T.A., She says she quit eating meat when she was 13 years old. http://www.realitytvworld.com/news/carrie-underwood-named-peta-sexiest-female-vegetarian-again-5428.php
So there you have it. Jessica Simpson was just messing around with Carrie Underwood a little about her non beef eating ways, because Carrie used to date Jessica's Boyfriend. Pam took offense, and the cat fight between Jessica and Carrie got detoured into the vacuum created by the cat fight between Pam Anderson and Jessica Simpson. Either way it breaks down with the PETA people against Jessica and that is the rest of the story.