In Sunshine or in Shadow

This just kills me...why are people so fucking moronic?  You are sitting there watching a football game (a lousy one at that Clemson vs. South Carolina), and you get in an argument over $20.  What do you do?  Go get your hunting rifle and shoot your friend.  He dies.  Nice day.

Enjoy jail asshole.  I hope it was worth it.  What a lunatic.

Isn't America such a wonderful place to live?

 

To all my friends on t blog, and those I have yet to meet, I wish you and yours the very best of Thanksgivings this year.

Take time to appreciate what you have...I know I will.

Recently I sat down with John Doe and conducted an interview. The following is a transcript of our conversation..


IR: Welcome John Doe!!
JD: Hi irish, thank you for having me.

IR: John, are you related to Jane Doe or is it just happenstance that you have the same last name?

JD: Jane got her name when she was adpoted by a large pack of deer and raised in the wilderness.

IR: WOW! That is really cool! Really?
JD: No stupid, she is my sister...what a goof!

IR: Oh ok...you got me there John Doe! John, let me ask you this. You are basically the unknown male in America...how does that feel?
JD: Well, it feels weird....you know being the guy no one really knows or can identify with. It can be really lonely.

IR: You take many forms--I mean you can be a dead body...
JD: I like being a dead body...that's fun...well, until the autopsy.

IR: When you go to parties and wear the "Hello my name is John Doe" sticker, do people laugh and think you are being a wise ass?
JD: LOL...yeah that happens a lot. When I show them my drivers license they about crap their drawers.

IR: Where did the name "Doe" come from? It's a little lame don't you think?
JD: Are you making fun of my family name, smart ass?

IR: Ok, sorry. John, tell me this...have you ever started out as John Doe and then later ended up with your old name?
JD: Oh yes! Once I got amnesia and took a bus to California and was just roaming the streets. I got picked up by the cops and they called me John Doe. A few months later I got my memory back and found out my name was really Melvin Smilovitz from Boca Raton, Florida. What a fucking bummer that was. I had to start eating Mahtzoh ball soup again and playing canasta at the Shady Pines retirement home with my wife Sheila.

IR: Ouch. Do you watch television? If so, what are some of your favorite shows?
JD: I love cold case, and CSI. My favorite show though is The Price is Right. Bob Barker is my hero.

IR: Ok, now that is really lame.
JD: BOB BARKER IS AN AMERICAN ICON!

IR: Yeah......yeah. So, John...who is better at the game Concentration...you or Jane?
JD: That's real funny. You know damn well neither of us can remember what we just saw or identify objects. That was a low blow.

IR: lol...sorry John Doe. I couldn't help it....it was like handing a color blind person a lemon starburst when they asked for a cherry.
JD: You are going to hell, I hope you know that.

IR: LOL....already have the ticket purchased, bigboy.
JD: I hope they stuck you in coach.

IR: Oh, before we go...do you know Tom, Dick and Harry? It seems like every one of them is the same.
JD: I know Tom and Harry from grade school and I am pretty sure I just met the Dick today during this interview!

IR: wow...you are bitter John Doe.
JD: Sorry irish...gotta run...I just got a call...I guess some dude bumped his head and can't remember his name. Looks like it's John Doe time. The only thing that sucks is, he also forgot how to have sex...this is going to suck...

I like quarters--they are fun to collect and fun to put in jars. You forget about them and then in a year you find you have all this extra money.

It's like a bank account...without the bank, tellers, interest, front door to the bank, vault, security guards, deposit slips, free plastic piggy banks, FDIC sticker on the front window and security cameras.

I used to get all excited about collecting state quarters. Now I just throw the quarters in a big jar and if they have a state on them, big whoopie. I sitll think all southern quarters should say "Second Place, Civil War". That would be fun.

Before I go, I noticed today that I have so many staples in my desk, that if we ever do go to war with the south again and we have a bullet shortage, I will have plenty of staples to melt so I can go out and "git me a redneck".

 I kid around, but I really hope we don't go to war with the south again. 

WE WIN

The number one Ohio State Buckeyes are going to the National Championship Game

OHIO STATE 42 Michigan 39

What a GREAT game by both teams.

 

There is nothing like the Ohio State vs. Michigan game in college football.  For the fans of both teams it rivals Christmas Day or Thanksgiving.  It is a rite of passage, it is the greatest single game of the year.  It doesn't matter what the records are going into the game.  This game is huge.  Last year, ESPN conducted a poll during the month of November, asking the Nation what the greatest rivalry in college football was.  50% of the people who voted chose the "Big Game".  No other rivalry--not Army/Navy, Auburn/Alabama, Texas/Oklahoma came anywhere close.

It's quite simply, the pinnacle of football rivalries.

This year, 2 teams filled with wide-eyed college athletes have transformed this game out of the stratosphere.  Both teams are 11-0 and number 1 and 2 in the country.  The winner not only has bragging rights for another year, but they will go to the National Championship game.  This year, the game is magical.  It is a dream game that generations of fans in both states will remember and talk about for the rest of their lives. 

As if God himself wrote the script, we get to enjoy the show.  Normally, I live and die by the outcome of this game.  I talk smack, I make a huge deal of it.  (It's easy to do when you have won 4 of the last 5 games).  This year I will not.  These kids have made this particular game one we will never forget.  No matter the outcome, I will be happy for the winner.  Yes, I will be disappointed in Ohio State loses a chance for the championship game, but this year, I am going to enjoy this once in a lifetime event.  These kids are giving us this chance.  Let's relish in it and be proud of both teams.  This will likely never happen again in our lifetime--but we will talk about it for the rest of our days. 

This Saturday is what college football is all about.  It's about 2 rivals going at it for the outright Big Ten title as they have done so many times.  It's about going to play for the National Championship, and it's about bragging rights for another 364 days.  It's Bo and Woody, Jim and Lloyd.  It's a a group of young men who have made this one special year.  I wish them both well.

Yankees vs. Red Sox, Packers vs. Bears, Celtics vs. Lakers....all great rivalries...I'll take Michigan vs. Ohio State any day and twice on Sunday.  Get ready for the greatest rivalry in college sports.

May the best team win.

Saturday, November 18th at 3:30  The Game of the Century

Columbus, Ohio--The Capital of College Football

#1 Ohio State vs #2 Michigan

The Greatest Rivalry in sports just got EVEN BIGGER!!!

Buckeye Week kicks off today!!  GO BUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!

Sarah Brightman

I remember sky
It was blue as ink
Or at least I think
I remember sky.

I remember snow
Soft as feathers
Sharp as thumb tacks
Coming down like lint
And it made you squint
When the wind would blow.

And ice like vinyl
On the streets
Cold as silver
White as sheets
Rain like strings
And changing things
Like leaves.

I remember leaves
Green as spearmint
Crisp as paper.
I remember trees
Bare as coat racks
Spread like broken umbrellas.

And parks and bridges,
Ponds and zoos,
Ruddy faces,
Muddy shoes,
Light and noise and
Bees and boys
And days.

I remember days,
Or at least I try.
But as years go by
They’re sort of haze,
And the bluest ink
Isn’t really sky
And at times I think
I would gladly die
For a day of sky.

War

When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision: all their characters were reflected in my face. The Phenomena were roused.-- At present, the eternal inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics drives me through this world where I meet with every civil honor, respected by strange children and prodigious affections.-- I dream of a War of right and of might, of unlooked-for logic. It is as simple as a musical phrase.

Arthur Rimbaud