And the Fourth of July...how much better can it get?
---I look at this promotional photo of Vivian Vance and William Frawley and I wonder if they really did try to blow each other up.
---Every time I miss NY a little bit, I need to remember two words.
---Summer humidity.
---On those days, Manhattan is nothing more than Indonesia with skycrapers.
---If I had some pork dumplings in my back pack, they would have been steamed by the end of last Friday.
---I. however, was fried.
---I went to a high school graduation in Rockland County. On a humid football field, where the mosquitoes were graduating top of the class.
---I swear I could hear those bugs laughing as they stabbed me.
---I had one t-shirt that needed to surgically removed. I was using sweat glands that hadn't worked in years.
---Can we reverse the school year so kids graduate in January?
---So I can sweat like a bandit indoors.
---When you're in NY for a Met-Yankee subway series, it's really a lot of fun to quickly flip between the radio stations that cover the game.
---That way, the Mets' play-by-play guy, Howie Rose, can tell you what really happened. Especially if you were just listening to the Yankees' bloated announcer John Sterling.
---On the Yankee station, a ball landed in the upper deck. On the Met broadcast, the ball landed two levels below.
---It's like they staged Rashomon in the Shea Stadium press box.
---Sterling missed so many plays that I was convinced he was trying to call the game with a laundry bag over his head in a Turkish prison.
---And what the hell is going on with Sterling's sidekick, Susyn Waldman?
---She's either drinking, just got new dentures, or recently had a stroke. Every word is slurred.
---For five minutes, I thought the Yankees had added Liza Minnelli to their broadcast crew.
---Memo to all Yankee fans: Liza is the original singer of "New York, New York" not that goofball Sinatra who sang it during those years when he never got one single lyric correct.
---"I've got you under my glass."
---"That's why the lady is a shoe."
---"My kind of town...Broccoli is."
---My favorite Sinatra buffoonery story, however, spins around daughter Nancy. When the old bastard finally died, they couldn't reach her.
---Because she had taken her phone off the hook to watch the final episode of Seinfeld.
---I will take Dean Martin over that Hoboken shithead every day and in every way.
---I had a Business Class upgrade on the way back to LA, but it came with a price. I was sitting next to some old man who obviously couldn't process the warm nuts he was snacking on.
---Even my Bose headphones couldn't block out the sucking noises that were coming from Seat 11J.
---Separated at birth? Mets Manager Jerry Manuel and Morgan Freeman.
---The Yankees' Alex Rodriguez and Madonna are supposedly an item. Who's fooling who?
---A-Rod was probably still in Little League when she was "Desperately Seeking Susan."
---Mrs. A-Rod needs to start lunching regularly with Mrs. Clinton and Mrs. Spitzer.
---If you're not yet on the list of people being considered for the Vice Presidential slot on either ticket, you should wonder why. Everybody else is.
---The roster of also-rans and never-weres that populate this group of losers is astounding. All grappling for the most useless job in the country.
---You essentially need to do nothing but be on call to attend the state funeral when the King of Bumfukborg croaks.
---You have to be crazy to want to be Vice President. And then, when you really are, they bounce you. Remember Thomas Eagleton?
---I wonder if Obama will be getting college credit if he gets in, since he's got about as much experience as the summer college intern down the hall.
---Starbucks is closing 600 stores. And that means there are only 29 million left.
---I guess consumers are choosing gas over that Cafe Americano.
---Although with a double shot, I'm thinking my car might actually run on that swill.
Dinner last night: Homemade Chili Con Carne.
1 comment:
Great photo and nice Rashomon reference. In the old days, actors would pose for publicity pix even when they hated each other.
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