Random Thoughts, the Sequel

You mean about the ... err, nevermind.

Downloading photos from last night. Eating a salt bagel with cream cheese. Deadline day. I'd just fallen into my best sleep around 4 o'clock when I jerked myself out of sleep at 6:50. And here I am now, wishing I was sleeping again.

Anyone wanna be a dear and order me a pizza circa noon'ish?

Have a good day, y'all.

 

It's all karma, Omar. Myself and other newsside guys have had to spend way too much time writing crime stories about athletes because the sports writers couldn't find the courtroom ...

 

Chiming in again late after complaining about women being terrible communicators.

I guess what I mean is when a woman says something, there's always a catch to it, always an underlying message or a response they want to hear from you.

If you ask a guy, "Are you happy?" he'll either say yes or no. And if he says yes, guess what? He means yes. Not, yes if I get a BJ in the next three days, or, yes if you let me go ATM. Simply yes. That's it.

But a woman, you ask her a question and you'll get a response that's sometimes BS, sometimes partially true and sometimes completely false. Because there's always conditions to their answer, cconditions which they don't share with men.

So listen up women....

If you're asked a question by a man, and you answer, PLEASE ANSWER HONESTLY AND COMPLETELY! I cannot stress this enough. If you want a man to be a good communicator, you have to communicate completely yourself.

End.
Of.
Story.

 

It doesn't make sense to those that actually have to do the work... but it makes sense to management because they say it will increase revenues.

 

No way is that Pags. If it is, its an awful picture of him.

 

It's not Pags, though his son plays up the road at Dartmouth; well, they're at Bradenton right now.

The pic is of a local musician. One day he walked out of the market ... err, I'll tell the story later.

 

I thought it was Don Zimmer

 

Well, good luck with that.

 

Hey, if you want to settle for half-assed communications in relationships, you go right ahead. I'm striving for something better.

 

Greg Maddux is listed in the 1988 National League Green Book at 6-foot, 150 pounds.

 

I'm listed at 6'1, 240.

 

Dock Ellis is listed in the 1970 National League Green Book as being rip-roaring, blaring-ass high on drugs.

And having impeccable hair.