Took a little time off. Not sure why. I’ve got all my dogs back, and even boarding Cocoa tomorrow. A four night stay. Not sure what he is. A little something or other, but a cutie. I’m having a new bed put in now. It’s going to be nice. A friend is setting it up. She says she likes doing it. Ok . Yes, I have that kind of pull. I did take out the old one, with frame, and dumped outside. It wasn’t exactly no work. After that, I had time to watch my Hammers best Chelsea, 3-2, in a nail-biter. With a schedule suited to them in the next six games, we should steer clear of relegation, but its no guarantee.
An old friend of mine was friends with an umpire, and we had plans for Peter Lugers Steakhouse after the day game. This is many years ago. I saw the ump after the sixth inning, and said,” WTF dude? We gotta 5:30 reservation. You gotta start ringing out some people. He gets in my face, and says,” Fuck off you asshole, look at me. 100 fuckin degrees. I’m dying behind the stick.” Lo, and behold, he starts ringing out people, right and left. Rings out Bobby Bonilla, and they have words at the plate. At dinner, I asked what was said. Bobby: “What the fuck was that?” Ump:“ It was a fucking strike Bobby. Now go sit the fuck down. WTF are you going to do about it? “ Bobby: “ I guess I’ll go sit the fuck down. “Many hours after this, my friend and I were at Peter’s Bar about 2 am, are watching the Mets replay at the bar, and waiting for the encounter. Sure enough, the camera focuses on each guy, and we can see the exact words being mouthed. 🤣🤣 Ump had a terrible temper. Larry was his name.