My late dad had a great sense of humor in terms of getting and enjoying jokes, but he could not tell a joke for beans. He either started laughing before getting to the punchline, or he forgot part of the setup and had to backtrack, or he felt he had to explain the joke in case you didn't get it (but you did). Well, he was omnicompetent otherwise, so not being Shecky Dad did not rise to the level of a character weakness. I miss him.
2) Last Wednesday, McDonald's beloved shake-enjoying blob Grimace celebrated his 53rd birthday by throwing out the first pitch at Citi Field. Since then the Beloved Mets have won five games in a row. Fans are calling this the Grimace Era. Plans for a Grimace statue have been discussed. It could stand next to the Seaver statue outside the park.
I'm not saying that there's any connection to the winning streak. After all, the games have been at home against the woeful Mariners and the struggling Padres. But maybe…
None of this would have happened if Grimace had not changed his ways, from the evil four-armed milk shake glutton to Ronald McDonald's two-armed dopey purple pal. Recovery works!
I would like to see if we could sign Grimace as a bullpen coach. Maybe get some of the others involved. Mayor McCheese could help calm things down in the front office, where they've been getting frantic as the trade deadline gets closer. Hamburglar could work as the base running coach. He's an expert in steals.
But no Ronald. We’ve had enough clowns.
3) Yesterday I took some Windex to the glass-top table on the porch. Not the first time this spring. I couldn't believe how thick the layer of pollen on it was. It was like pond scum. You would need a paint scraper to write "Wash Me" on it.
If you live in the northeast United States and you think this is a bad allergy season, you are right. But you are not entitled to compensation.
We get a healthy dose of pollen down here in Georgia, too. It rinses off quickly, though. What's really a pain is the clouds of love bugs (Plecia nearctica) that attack one's car during their mating season.
ReplyDeleteThe Gulf Coast has its pollen for sure, but I will never forget, when I lived in Atlanta, flying in there one morning in the spring and there were literally fountains of yellow-green pollen floating hundreds of feet in the air as we circled to land at Hartsfield Airport. My eyes water just thinking about it.
ReplyDeleteHaven't seen Grimace in ages. Just don't lose your top starter, because then the Grimace era will become the Grim era.
ReplyDeletePollen season has thankfully passed here. But what we now have are Canada Geese who leave their, ah, "offerings" all over where I walk the terrorists.
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