Sunday, December 19, 2021

How did this happen?

To me, the idea of being a better person has been that one is constantly learning and growing from their past experiences. We all make mistakes, but through those mistakes, we should eventually be eliminating them and always be moving towards perfection.

The more that things happen to me, the more I'm scared that I cannot grow and I cannot get better. I fear I am stuck and will remain the same person I've been since I was a teenager. I am still so prone to abandonment, to rejection, to bullying, to fear, to mistakes.

At the Jets vs Dolphins game today, the club had its Christmas party. I was annoyed after the White Elephant when I came away with the worst prize out of anyone, basically it was the second straight night I spent about 30 bucks on a white elephant prize and came out with a pile of crap. This one was a Pop Joe Namath figurine and 20 bucks to Wendy's. For the love of God, I haven't eaten there in 25 years at least. So that already had me in a bad mood. I don't care if it was supposed to be fun, it felt like I had wasted money.

After Miami started to come back in the second half and eventually put the game away, from the bar, I hear this bitch squeal so loud and so high like she was taking it in the ass, which I'm sure she would pay men to do. And she kept on going and going to the point where I wanted to go over to the bar and say something. Instead, I glared at her for a good ten seconds...and I walked outside for about 5 minutes. I had to cool down.

I came back inside shortly thereafter, it was starting to get cold out. And then on the next possession, Zach Wilson fumbled the ball when the offensive line again failed to protect him, it was the recurring theme for the second half. Something inside of me snapped. I pounded the table where I was sitting. I shouted a pretty vile curse word that I'm not proud of. I could feel the entire restaurant staring at me in disbelief, with hatred and disgust. Unable to make eye contact with anyone, I walked out, this time for good. And I drove straight home, desperate to not have to talk to anyone. 

And now, here I sit in my dark living room, having downed 6 shots of whiskey. I don't want to look at my cell phone. I know SHE wants to talk to me. She has called me. She has messaged me. She has texted me. But damn it, I'm too ashamed. I can't talk to her about the darkest parts of my mind, about my eternal scars. I don't deserve her. No good woman could accept a man who is so tormented. I am just wanting to not feel anything and dying to shut this world off, that is so full of hate, and judgment, and contempt.

I'm 40 freaking years old. I'm not a boy, I'm not a teenager, I'm not even a young man now. I'm not supposed to be failing like this. Yet every time that good things happen, something will always come along that knocks me on my ass. And I'm the same lonesome abandoned kid again. I don't know why God made me. I don't know why he put me on earth now. But I'm terrified that whatever my purpose was, I've completely missed it. I have an ordinary, inconsequential life. And if I miss my reason for living, and live a failure of a life, am I going straight to hell? Will I suffer the most ultimate abandonment of all???

Baltimore and DC Getaway

3.5 hour drive to Baltimore with a stop in rainy Mechanicsville at a local coffee shop for some chai

Chap's Pit Beef

DDD sandwich with pit beef, corned beef, and hot Italian sausage.

Plus a beef and turkey to go

Baltimore Museum of Industry

So many exhibits about cars, canning, garments, printing, steel mills, etc.

Vaccaro's Pastry Shop in Little Italy

Almond cookie, biscotti, and sesame cookies...and two rainbow cookies for her

Checkerspot brewery

Industrial area under the highway

Diamondback brewery

Pizza oven

Element Hotel check in

Drove across the street to the Arundel Hills Mall

Slammed for Christmas

Didn't buy a thing

Dinner at Nando's

Burned drumstick

Ring of Honor Final Battle

Super emotional

The greatest wrestling organization of the last 20 years

Stopped in Exxon to get a drink

I couldn't believe that they had Joe's peach iced tea

Saw EC3 and Adam Scherr

Leftover margherita pizza in the hotel

Sunday morning

Gym

Grab and go breakfast

The Well Church

Couldn't find it for 15 minutes

I refused to wear a mask inside

Maybe 60 people in the rented Seventh Day Adventist Building

Pastor was nice enough to introduce himself

$30 to park my car

Ted's Bulletin

Homemade cinnamon brown sugar pop tart

Fag next to me at the bar tried to hit on me

Breakfast burrito

Irish Channel bar in Chinatown, home of the Capital Jets fans

1 Smithwick's and 4 Miller Lites

Jets get killed by the Saints

Complete waste of a season

Drove home the 3 hours

Monday, December 06, 2021

Her

What am I going to do about her? 

She shouldn't have walked into the restaurant that Sunday, November 14. It was just me and the guys, watching another Jets loss in another season that's been filled with them. The long dark hair, the white lacy cotton top, the confident walk, the dynamic smile, and the lack of jewelry on the fourth finger of the left hand. I had no idea what her story was, but I figured as club President, it was my duty to inquire.

We actually didn't talk much that first day. But I requested her on Facebook. That led to my first message on Wednesday. That night was a 2 hour phone conversation that flowed like water down a stone-free river. I never had to search for a conversation topic, she knew immediately how to engage me. We continued to talk and message every day, and by Sunday, we both knew we were ready to see each other again. By the next Sunday, we were seeing each other privately. The next night was our first kiss and a few other firsts, which later in the week became seconds and thirds.

Except she is recently separated from her husband of 18 years and cannot get legally divorced until at least May 1. So there is no declaring anything official until that's official. And even then, when that's over, will she be ready to date?

Tonight, we had dinner at Mellow Mushroom. The Cloud 9 garlic parmesan wings were great, the pizza with the aioli base was just weird. Good...but too dang creamy. Then I drove us through Newport News Park which had sets of Christmas lights set up, it was a pretty amazing display. Then I took her back to my apartment's parking lot, and for the first time, she didn't come inside, she drove home.

I've gone further than I have with anyone in my 40 years of living. And I could see myself with her for a long time. I know she likes me a lot. But is that enough for her? I have been messed over so many times that I can't help but wonder she'll do it to me too. I've opened up to her, but I can't bear to tell her that I don't want to picture me without her. Life is so much better with her in it.

And after 22 days, my head says it is too soon to feel this way. I don't want to get caught up in puppy love or infatuation. But at the same time, in 25 years since puberty, I have had enough unrequited crushes and failed relationships to know when something can work. And damn it, this can work.

The tough part is I don't know who I can really talk to about how to handle this. It's easy to go to Mom but for this part of my life, it just feels awkward. Dad, forget it. Has the want to, not the know how to. My friends, how many do I know that would both listen to me and have the wisdom I need to hear. Maybe that's why I'm on here now at 11:30 pm after downing half a bottle of Pinot Noir.

I've never considered myself to be a patient man. But if there's any shot of this becoming what I want it to become, I'm going to have to learn patience right now. And here's the scary part...what if she decides she doesn't want to date after the divorce is final? And then all of my waiting is for nothing?

God, why am I in a spot in such a time as this? What are you trying to teach me? Regardless of whether this becomes a relationship or not, I pray I will be a better man for it. Amen.


I'm Still Here

Wow I take so much time off sometimes between posts. 

I really don't even want to make an attempt to recap the last 8 weeks, because it would be a fruitless effort. But I'll point out these 5 things:

1) Rocklin Ranch makes the best Cabernet I've ever had

2) I'm scared our financial aid department will completely collapse for being so short staffed.

3) Max Scherzer is really a New York Met!!!!! Can I be greedy and beg for Kris Bryant?

4) I finally have my own Christmas tree and now this apartment really feels like Christmas.

5) I ran the Nauti Lite challenge in Norfolk the weekend before Thanksgiving. I also did this in 2019 a little faster, but the difference is I medaled in my division for both the 5k and 10k. I ran the 5k in 22:27, 61st of 1,223 runners and 3rd of 61 in my age bracket. For the 10k, I finished that one in 47:57, 22nd of 651 and 1st of 36 in my age bracket. The Asics shoes I had were not the best, I really felt some discomfort in my feet. So I will not be running in those for much longer. At this point, I don't know if I've run my personal bests. Can I go faster than I did these races? Yes I can, but would I be risking injury if I did? Maybe the greater victory is being able to do these races, maintain a great pace, and finish as I get older.

What else is on my mind tonight? An amazing girl. That I have to wait and wait for. But that will require its own post. 


Monday, October 11, 2021

NHL Predictions

 

Eastern Conference

Metropolitan

y-Carolina

x-NY Islanders

x-Washington

x-NY Rangers

x-Pittsburgh

Philadelphia

Columbus

New Jersey

 

Atlantic

z-Tampa Bay

x-Toronto

x-Florida

Boston

Montreal

Ottawa

Detroit

Buffalo

 

Western Conference

Central

z-Colorado

x-Chicago

x-Winnipeg

x-St. Louis

x-Minnesota

Nashville

Dallas

Arizona

 

Pacific

y-Vegas

x-Edmonton

x-Vancouver

Calgary

Los Angeles

Seattle

San Jose

Anaheim

 

Eastern Conference Finals

Carolina over Tampa Bay

 

 Western Conference Finals

Colorado over Vegas

 

Stanley Cup Finals

Colorado over Carolina

Saturday, October 09, 2021

Let's Try This Again

I wonder if I should just make this a travel blog. It seems like the only time I'm guaranteed to write is when I take vacations. But let's catch up on a few things.

Shipt business is really decreasing. There are so few open orders to grab, the bonuses are trying up, and since people are shopping at the stores again, there's less need for us shoppers. I still enjoy doing it, but I don't know if my $1,000 monthly goal is realistic. 

I ran the Crawlin' Crab 5k in just under 23 minutes last weekend. I felt pretty good about the time. Feet did not feel good for most of the race. I'd like for my shoes to last longer than 9 months!

Mom was so nice to ship me two Lou Malnatis pizzas!

I finally bit the bullet and bought a new vacuum cleaner. It's light, easy to maintain, and I like that the hand vacuum pops off and can be used to reach high places. And for 200 bucks at Costco, not too bad of a buy.

Another thing I'm especially excited about is that I'm doing stats and info for a Jets podcast. Green Bean is a great guy and a passionate Jets fan. I've only been listening to his podcast since maybe late winter of this year. But he's such an approachable, down to earth guy that it's easy to see why people are drawn to him. 

And I tied that back to me. I realize that I have an outgoing energy about me. I have a weakness for not doing a great job of ignoring dumb opinions. And that turns some people off. I know I have friends. But I'm worried that if I were to disappear, it wouldn't really affect anyone outside of my parents. 

I feel my prime is behind me in terms of dating. The prospects are basically nonexistent. Im 40, so I'm not perceived as young anymore. Deep down, I don't want to have hope anymore. Because the higher the hope, the more devastating the disappointment. And every damn day, I swear I see a social media post about a new relationship, a date, an engagement, a baby, etc. And it sickens me. I can't help but wonder what I did wrong that I don't get to have that. Am I destined to work myself to death and ultimately die alone?


Tuesday, September 07, 2021

NFL Predictions

 

AFC East

y-Buffalo

x-New England

Miami

NY Jets

 

AFC North

y-Baltimore

x-Cleveland

Pittsburgh

Cincinnati

 

AFC South

y-Tennessee

x-Indianapolis

Jacksonville

Houston

 

AFC West

z-Kansas City

San Diego

Las Vegas

Denver

 

NFC East

y-Dallas

NY Giants

Washington

Philadelphia

 

NFC North

y-Green Bay

x-Minnesota

Chicago

Detroit

 

NFC South

z-Tampa Bay

New Orleans

Atlanta

Carolina

 

NFC West

y-Los Angeles

x-Seattle

x-San Francisco

Arizona


AFC Championship

Kansas City over Buffalo

 

NFC Championship

Green Bay over Los Angeles

 

Super Bowl

Kansas City over Green Bay

Thursday, August 05, 2021

Chapter 5-Juneau

The excursions began on Tuesday, the first being in Juneau. I woke up to terrible news, slid under the door, dog sledding had been canceled because the ship was arriving late. This was the excursion we were most excited for and to have it taken away was really upsetting. We slept in till 8:30 and I ran 4 miles, or the closest I could get to it in kilometers. Thankfully the World Marketplace is right downstairs from the fitness center and on the same floor as my room. It's kind of like the big buffet. I went straight to the market place around 10:30. One plate of breakfast food seemed good, but then out came the carving stations for lunch. Chipotle pork, Chicago round, poached salmon, Peking duck, I mean, come on. Two more plates and I was good. We tried to play Skip Bo, but all the games were suddenly gone. All four, vanished. The library had plenty of checkers... chess.. . Clue... backgammon... bridge... pictionary. No Skip Bo.

We got off the boat around 2 pm and started exploring downtown Juneau. It felt like the old west met New England, combining a lot of small stores that had a classic feeling with the sea and seafood. Lots of jewelry, loads of native American and nature artifacts. I brought a curved chopping knife and board, called an Ulu, they were available in a lot of stores, but I think I can use this for herbs, garlic, shallots, etc. 

The smell of crab was pungent in the air and we went to Tracy's for crab legs, right near the dock. The crab was just amazing, so light and fresh, but they had the most amazing crab bisque. Pieces of crab, perfect spice. Just amazingBut along with the crab, they had the most amazing crab bisque. Good sized pieces of crab, perfect spice level. Just an amazing. The rolls reminded me of brioche, super rich and buttery. The coconut crab cakes were also a nice addition, crispy on the outside, not too much filler inside.

We got back to the pier at 4:15, only to find out our glacier rafting trip has been delayed an hour. So we started at 5:30. The dressing up was rather interesting. Baggy rubber orange pants, purple raincoat, red life vest, oversized rain boots, I looked like a reject from an 80s theme party. There were not too many crazy rapids, but we saw five bald eagles. We were told it rains extensively on Mendenhall Lake, but for us it only rained about five minutes. In our raft, we were paid with a family of five, including two teen siblings, Dan and Callie from Charlotte. They were sitting right behind mom and I so we chatted with them a lot, I'd see them a few more times during the trip. We didn't get back to the boat till 9pm, but at least we grabbed a little food in the market place before bed. 

Mom wasn't feeling well, so she went back to the room. I went down to hear some music and Tony was on guitar in the Crown Lounge, this would become a frequent night spot for me. A few glasses of red wine and I was good for the night. 

Chapter 10-Epilogue

We paid $75 for a freaking Uber back to the airport. But it was needed because mom got the last seat on her plane with ten minutes to spare. I had a 4 hour wait in Sea-Tac, but I didn't mind. 

By the way, the Seattle Tacoma Airport is a lot like downtown Seattle. Too small, little room to walk, overcrowded, but they make a big deal about their air. I have no desire to ever come back to this city. 

I went to a place in the airport called Sam Choys where I had a great hazy IPA from Silver City, an amazing bowl of clam chowder, and a huge Asian fried chicken hoagie. Somehow I think that'll suffice me for the night, as the five hour plane ride, trip 1 of 2, is coming to a close. Bac to the East Coast, back to real life. 

Chapter 9-One Last Day

My birthday. 40 years old. I woke up at 830 and hit the gym at 10. I did an hour cardio. Which was supposed to be all running... it turned into 25 minutes of running, 15 minutes of walking, and 20 minutes of the elliptical. My lower legs just needed rest I guess. The reason I went at 10 is because at 11, there was a seminar called Secret to a Flatter Stomach. It had my attention and by 11, I had a seat. And I was the only one attending, at least for the first ten minutes, but eventually three others joined us. 

I was hoping for workout and nutrition tips. But the Indian guy who was running the seminar started talking about detox. It interested me since I've never done it. He talked a lot about the lymphatic system, the liver, how the human body uses energy, he even touched on pH, the acid vs alkaline thing. But about halfway through, he mentioned eating seaweed and algae, and all of a sudden I had a feeling what was about to happen. A minute later, he said to clean the liver, which is what removes toxins from the body, it takes 3 months minimum, but 6 is more typical. At that point, I started to get suspicious that this wasn't just a seminar. And I was right: it turned into a timeshare presentation where he was going to test us and get us started on a program. It wasn't what I signed up for so I left. Now I would certainly consider doing a detox program, but I would want to research it on my own first. 

For lunch, I ate at the marketplace, so I was still in my workout clothes. The felt carved feta crusted lamb was excellent. I stopped by the hot tub, since it wasn't on my way back to the room. The old singles group was there, I had run into a few of them over the course of the week. One woman from Iran, she was really a go getter, spoke her mind, almost to the point where I would want to tell her to shut up. There was also a cute girl in the tub, but of course, she came with her boyfriend. 

I went back to the room and cleaned up, put on my new Alaska t-shirt, and went down to the Cafe where I had just an amazing cup of chai. I don't know what they use but Starbucks could learn from the ship's coffee baristas.

I watched a second presentation from Mike, who's now an Alaskan resident by way of Cleveland. I'd heard his first presentation about living in Alaska, the people, the nature, etc, but missed 2 and 3. The final one was titled native people. Well in the last 15 minutes, we were reminded how great animals are and how badly people treat them. In other words,  people are arrogant. Sorry but only humans are made in God's image. We should take care of animals, I love animals, but let's not act like they are identical to humans. 

I then went upstairs for carpet ball, which was supposed to be in the greens. But it was two floors down by the elevator. Anyway it's like bocce with these balls that roll all over the place, it is a stupid game, I was out in the first round. I went right to Good Spirits for a Vanilla sky, a great cocktail with vanilla vodka, pineapple, and lime juice, with a few other odds and ends. Alan and Lou, the bartenders, would show videos of the history of each region and mike up as they narrated the composition of each cocktail. I did get a happy birthday serenade. 

After trivia with Rachel, it was dinner time at Crown. We were booked at 7:30, but thankfully, we were able to get in at 6:15. The highlight was the black and blue soup, which was a spin on French onion soup with Jack Daniels, Roquefort cheese, and fresh thyme. Great flavor, nice and rich. My porterhouse steak was cooked nicely to a medium rare, but lacked seasoning. Considering the menu listed the three unique salts, I was wondering why they were never even mentioned. And with dessert, I did get my second happy birthday serenade. Of course they gave me a chocolate tuxedo cake, so I went for the Key lime pie bar, which was decent, but nothing special. The cover charge was $29 per person, which was fine, because at a regular steakhouse, we would've spent $200 for sure, factoring in wine, tax, and tip. 

Off to Hollywood Hiccups. The staff reenacted classic movie scenes with their own twists, we saw everything from Nightmare on Elm Street to Titanic to  Baywatch to the Full Monty. Nothing short of hysterical. 

Two last Jack Daniels smashes at Crown Bar, more music from Tony, and it was over. Last minute packing for my 45 pound suitcase and then time to say goodbye. 



Chapter 8-Ketchikan

Friday. My last day in my 30s. Fittingly, I started with 30 minutes of lifting in the gym, my lower legs were not feeling too great for a run. Then I went to a small theater for a Speed Sudoku challenge. That didn't go too well, the puzzle stumped me, the event was over in 15 minutes.

We arrived early in Ketchikan on an unseasonably warm day. This town is kind of like the gateway to Alaska. There's a lot of hunting and fishing, with a lot of salmon. I was able to find a black Alaska Under Armour shirt and while it wasn't cheap, I think it looks great, feels light, and will work really well.
 
We took a boat ride into a bay where we caught crabs. I thought it was stupid that we had to wear masks on a boat, but whatever. Then it was back to the George Inlet Lodge cut the dungeness crab fest, which was supposed to be all you can eat. I ate 1.5 crabs, or 3 plates, and it's only because we had to return to the boat, I could have easily had another 2 or 3 crab plates. Really good crab, maybe not quite as good as Tracy's, but close. Maybe I just like a little more seasoning besides melted butter, but I guess the idea is to let the bean be the star of the show. Now there was salad, blueberry cheesecake, one red potato, and an alcoholic beverage included as well. I drank an Alaskan amber, I drank maybe half a dozen of those over the week. 

After we got back, the weather had warmed dramatically and I laid in the sun for about 45 minutes, but gosh. I felt so self-conscious. I look so overweight despite my intensified running schedule. I don't think my diet went off the rails this week. But gosh, I didn't even want to take my shirt off. And this is on a cruise that didn't exactly have the fittest crowd ever. 

I went back to the room and watched two episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond, there were about 20 episodes available on demand. 

It was our final dinner in Concerto, we went for the Curtis Stone inspired pork belly with homemade chunky applesauce, sauteed spinach, and roasted potatoes. Really good, but of course, not the leanest cut of pork. I did enjoy the sugar free coconut cake for dessert. 

Onto the games, and it was Liars Club. Basically a random word was selected and three staff members says what they thought the word meant and then we had to figure out who was telling the truth and which two were lying. There were words like bumfiddler, assapanick, sexangle, and nodgecock. I came out of this cruise so much smarter...

I decided against Pyramid; instead, I went over to the theater see a stand up comedian named Carlos, but actually it was a sitting on the stool comedian. Pretty good stuff.  

A few more JD smashes and acoustic guitar, and off to bed. Still no sign of Skip Bo.

Chapter 7-Glacier Bay

So Thursday was a trip without an excursion to Glacier Bay National Park, we all had to stay on the ship. The morning had almost no activities, so clearly something was up with this trip. By 10 am, the upper deck of the ship was full of people holding cell phones high in the frigid Alaskan air to take pictures of the mountains and glaciers, there were even a few tripods set up on the decks. Marjerie Glacier was probably the highlight, it's 250 feet high, and goes 100 feet below the surface. There's even a Johns Hopkins glacier in the park too, it's almost like they're sponsored. But the ice blue and white colors were so stark, so sharp, the pictures don't even need filters.

Lunch was at Concerto where I had salad,  spaghetti, aigolio, and a fish taco. Cruise life. Then we went to a presentation where one of the park rangers, who had come on board, told us about the history of the park from the theater. It was pretty good, but I admit, I fell asleep in some spots. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do in the cold weather, and it was too soon after eating to do cardio, so I decided to lift weights at the gym. That didn't exactly pan out. One 60 or so year woman kept occupying the chin up/dip machine, which is what I really wanted to use. She was marching slowly in place, while watching her phone which was set up on the bench of the machine. After 15 minutes of her doing this, feeling exasperated, I took off. 

I don't even remember dinner at this point, but I do recall going to Good Spirits of the Sea beforehand. This is a bar that focuses on unique cocktails native to other countries, but the primary focus was on Latin America. My go to became the Sandia en Fuego, which had watermelon, Serrano peppers, Don Julio, lime juice, and agave syrup. Oh and the rim of the glass was lined with volcanic black salt. I guess black salt matters. But the drink was great, it was sweet, spicy, and salty. I drank three of those over the course of the trip. 

Actually the one thing I do remember from dinner is the dessert. Now my parents were always big fans of profiteroles. Two pastry shells surrounding vanilla ice cream, topped with chocolate sauce and a dusting of powdered sugar. Well, this profiterole had banana flavored gelato and caramel sauce. Really good, not my favorite kind of dessert though with all the sweetness. 

Anyway, I went straight to Marriage Match for two different episodes. It is priceless to watch these guys make fools out of themselves, it's like watching the beginnings of a divorce. The old folks either are careful not to say anything negative or they just don't care what they say anymore. It leaned more towards the former, sadly. 

In between, we did win 70s music trivia and I won 2 wine stoppers for my efforts. Back to Crown for a pina en fuego.

Chapter 6-Skagway

It was not a good night of sleep for me.  I was up at 4 am, then again at 630. We only have about 7 hours of darkness a day, and we're an hour behind Alaska time so it's like living in another world. I woke up and an hour later, the Mets were playing a game, and of course, losing.

One of the cool things is we're only the second cruise ship to travel through Alaska since the pandemic. No wonder people were so ready to see us, not jut the boat staff, but also the merchants running businesses in the excursion towns.

I grabbed an Egg McMuffin and fruit cup at the International Cafe. We got off the ship for the food science tour, there were 14 people on this excursion. Most folks were doing a train ride or zip lining or gold mine panning, but we went a little different direction. We took a bus to downtown Skagway. It looked just like the old west, but even more than Juneau. 

We were taken to a small inn in the heart of downtown. It has a small restaurant with ten rooms and is only open about six months a year, which is typical for Alaska. I started with a rhubarb muffin and a cup of coffee or tea. Of course, I was mistakenly given coffee, which I nearly spit out immediately. Thankfully that got fixed. We also toured their outdoor garden with lettuce, rhubarb, Swiss chard, berries, and herbs. 

Back inside, surrounded by oversized Alaskan mosquitoes, we had a lecture on topics like Alaskan economy, pH, sourdough starter, and different types of fish. For our meal, we were served smoked halibut on sourdough bread, pickled asparagus, and rhubarb crisp with whipped cream. But perhaps the highlight was the lavender ice cream that we made. Yes, we made ice cream. So in a small zip bag, we combined powdered sugar with heavy cream and lavender, there may have been one other ingredient. Then we zipped that up and put that bag into a bigger bag that had ice and rock salt. Then we had to shake it. And shake. And shake. And shake. That's when I realized they had gloves on the table, for that very reason. After 4 or 5 minutes, my hands were freezing cold. I wrapped the bag in a cloth... and kept shaking. Think about it, 14 people shaking the ice filled bags at the same time. It sounded like the ultimate Latin rhythm section, we should've had our own shot at the theater that night. I also chatted with Olivia for a few minutes, she's the daughter of the co-owners, she was really bubbly and engaging. 

Walking back through town, Mom and I stopped at the famous Red Onion Saloon.  This place is right out of the early 20th century. Brothel signs, toilet seats adorned the walls, the random disco ball, old school country music on the radio. We each had a drink and went on our way. After a little window shopping downtown where we had no intention of buying anything, we took the 15 minute walk back to the ship. 

I headed right to Deck 19, the top of the ship for the mini golf competition. And I won the event! Granted, I was the only one who showed up. So I chatted with Elle, the Australian assistant host for a while. After a run, and a subsequent fight with mom over something that was probably really stupid, I headed to dinner on my own and it was an Italian theme. I remember I had a steak that was just ok. But the feeling was pretty isolating and it's a reminder to me that I don't know if I would want to go on a cruise my myself. I really would need some companionship, even if it's with a group of other singles. Preferably in my age range. 

After a Jack Daniels smash at Crown, I played a music lyric game, the first was 70s focused. I got 23 points out of 30, the winners got 28. Then came Family Feud, with Rachel. I came in second about of several dozen people with 43 points, the winners had 44. But the 14 questions that were asked were all 20 year old questions. For instance, "Name something you associate with the TV show Baywatch." 
Then came the second music game, but this time, a girl came with me. I found out quickly on that she was married. I met the husband the next night, and good Lord, what a geek. Forget wearing the pants in the relationship, he's down to a little tennis skirt now. But outside of an Amy Whitehouse song, she wasn't any help aside from being my flirt buddy. Back to Crown for another smash and music. Still can't find Skip Bo.

Chapter 4-Cold Seas

Day 2 was spent entirely at sea. Still raining outside, I headed to the fitness center for a run. It was up one floor, but I had to walk across the pool deck and up the slippery spiral steps. I started a treadmill run at 7.5 mph, and after a few minutes, it seemed pretty easy. I realized the treadmill was on kilometers per hour. So I was running about 4.7 mph. Kilograms instead of pounds, thankfully metric minutes are the same as American minutes. After 30 minutes, I had enough. There was no water in the gym, it was ridiculous. At the least, they should have a touchless bottle filling station. 

Then we went to breakfast in Concerto. I ordered four eggs, over medium. What I got were two soft firm yolks, and two others were running so hard they would've given Usain Bolt a run for his money. They replaced my order, including the bacon, but next time, I'm going for the omelet.

We checked out the shops on board, nothing too exciting. We walked to the 7th floor, where they have a small library right near the Crown Grill steakhouse and Princess Live theater. We played Skip Bo for about an hour, which we'd never played before. They had 4 of the games and after getting into the groove, we enjoyed it and we knew we'd probably play it again. 

Lunch time at Alfredos, the pizza restaurant which was kind of a classier place. We each got an antipasto, one with meat, one with veggies, we split those. Then we got two pizzas, one with shellfish, one with Parma ham and shaved parm, the latter was definitely better. 

After some time at the Internet Cafe and trying to get my WiFi to work properly,  I played movie trivia. Lauren was hosting  again and over a hundred people showed up to play. Of course must people were in teams of three or four. Not me, I flew solo. I finished tied for first with 20 right out of 25, so I had nothing to feel bad about. It was still very windy, around 65 degrees or so. I knew my bathing suit was definitely not needed and probably wouldn't be needed much at all during the trip. 

At dinner, there was a gorgeous girl at dinner with her mom, I'm assuming. Of course there was a ring on the left hand. She was from Indiana, and I'd see her two or three more times, including the final morning of the trip, when I accidentally walked right into her as she came around the corner and I let out a scream. That sums it up right there. 

Perhaps nothing on the ship was as memorable as the Yes or No game. The idea is to carry on a conversation for three minutes without using the words yes or no, or any derivatives of those words. It may sound easy but Dan, the cruise director, has the gift of gab, he knows how to push buttons. Every time a contestant would play, the "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" strobe lights would shine and the zone-in music would play. TV cameras were set up, this was actually being showed in the state rooms on TV. One person was done in one second, one made it all the way to 2:59. One damn second away. The game went on for 45 minutes and my heart was pounding for these folks.

I went back for another round of Yes or No at 10:15, the first was at 8:15. Dan was ready and I was the third one called. Considering Lauren and Rachel apologized to me about not making it on in the first round, I knew what was going down. Oh by the way, Rachel was one of the most beautiful women I'd seen in a long time. Long brown hair, sweet demeanor, evening gowns, former Miss Universe contestant from Canada. Oh and she was full of dad jokes. She was actually approachable despite being totally out of my league. 

Oh anyway...I lasted about 90 seconds, I think. I was really doing well, but I decided to try to stretch my answers out. But...I ended an answer with "yes sir." Dan said I could've won if I wasn't so damn polite. I was so upset, I took off once the lights went down again. I cursed, I screamed once I was in the elevator. I couldn't get over it, and yes I know it was supposed to be fun, but damn it, I wanted it. And even all the way until the last day, people were recognizing me from the show. At least by the end of the trip, I could talk about it. 

In between the game shows, I also saw the Sweet Soul Music show in the theater. This was the only performance of the singers and dancers during the entire week after Day 1. So I have no idea what the deal was with them and what they were doing the other 5 days. 

And at the Crown Bar, they're serving the Pina En Fuego, a Rob Floyd cocktail with pineapple, premium tequila, jalapeno, and one or two other ingredients. It definitely was spicy enough, while being balanced, and that is what made it a great nighttime cocktail. 


Chapter 3-Transition Time

We woke up early and took the Bainbridge Island ferry, which is about a 35 minute trip. Despite the shining sun, it was pretty cold on that boat, mostly because of the wind, so I spent a good amount of time inside or standing in the sun. Sadly, I didn't think to take a hoodie. Once that was done, we took the return trip right back. 13 bucks for two people for a boat ride, not a bad way to go. We walked about a mile up 1st Avenue to Pike Place Market, probably the other most popular attraction in Seattle besides the Space Needle. There were lots of cool vendors selling everything from pictures to pastries to pillows. We did stop at Beechers Cheese Market for some grilled cheese. Their flagship is somewhere between cheddar and gruyere, it melted great. I admit, I would've liked to have tried their Mac and cheese. We also saw the gum wall, which is pretty huge. No I did not add to the collection. And of course, plenty of fish! 

After we got back to that cesspool of a neighborhood called Pioneer Square, we packed and took an Uber to Pier 91, about 4 miles north of downtown. Boarding was easy, it was just showing a few docs and dropping off the luggage. We revived an ovation from the staff as we boarded, pretty crazy. But it was their second cruise back since the pandemic hit, so I guess we were treated a little extra special. Feeling pretty hungry, we went to the International Cafe, which was a 24 hour mini mart with small sandwiches, salads, pastries, and coffee drinks. I got a shrimp and noodle salad in a small cup, just enough to hold me over. 

Our room was L230, located on the 16th deck, which is the highest level that has state rooms. We not only had a balcony, but it was located only a one-minute walk from the pool and one of the many bars on deck. We hung at the sail away party which had a little singing and dancing, but it was the staff doing the performing, it wasn't the staff playing songs and the passengers dancing, which is what I was used to on other ships. 

For dinner, we ate at Concerto, one of the two standard dining rooms. One of the advantages of having a premium beverage package is glasses of wine are free up to $12. Of course, there's also the pressure to make sure you drink enough to justify the price! I remember I had a cocoa rubbed pork loin and strawberry cheesecake.

Weather wise, it got cold quickly. When we left the harbor around 4:30, people were laying in the sun, wading in the pool, wearing shorts and t shirts, drinking margheritas. By 7:30, the winds were blowing around 30 mph, and the temperature was down to around 50 degrees. At some point that night, I got a text alert that we sailed into Canadian waters. So...I guess I've been to Canada now?

I spent a lot of time playing trivia and watching game shows. American trivia and 60s music trivia were the first two, hosted by Lauren, who's from South Africa. Very dry sense of humor, which I always appreciate. My cocktails that night were the Irish side car and Crown Royal old fashioned.

What I noticed early on is this seems to be an older demographic, primarily 50s and 60s and then there were a fair amount of families. Not tons of 30 and 40s. Most of the younger crowd is high school folks who are heading to college soon because they have the time. 

Chapter 2-Starting fresh

My first full day in the Emerald City. I started by running 40 minutes on the treadmill. Just because I'm on vacation doesn't mean I'm going to quit working in certain ways. 

We walked a few blocks south to Elm Roasters, so mom could have her local cup of coffee. That walk took us through Pioneer Square, which is the absolute shits. It's a ghetto's ghetto. Tons of tents, tons of homeless people, tons of grafitti. And signs about the atmosphere. They care about the world, just not the people in it. Anyway back to the coffee shop. After waiting outside 5 minutes, I got my chai, which was way too heavy on the ginger. The more chais I drink, the more I realize how hard it is to get a great one. 

We took the D rapid bus north to Seattle Center, which is sort of the hub for museums and the tourist attractions. On the west side of the Center is the Climate Pledge Arena, which used to be the Key Arena. It's surrounded by apartment buildings and offices on the west side, the light rail doesn't go there, it's a strange spot for an arena. I couldn't get many good photos, it's still under construction. But during my near 48 hours in Seattle, I was impressed how many times I saw the Kraken logo on store windows, t shirts, masks, hats, etc. 

Then we went up 600 plus feet to the top of the Space Needle, probably the city's top tourist attraction. Thankfully, we had a clear day so we got some nice views of the pacific, downtown, and the mountains.  Right next door is the Chihuly Glass Museum. Dale Chihuly, who I think also had a hot sauce named after him, sculpts amazing glass works of art. I'd seen some of his work already in the Tampa area, but this was a larger facility, and included a theater playing brief films about his works. Below is "A Thousand Flowers."


With the heat rising, we rode the bus north from South Lake Union to Fremont. Time for lunch at Paseo, a total hole in the wall. Two tables inside, maybe six outside. Their trademark is the Caribbean Roast sandwich, slow cooked shredded citrus pork, topped with pickled jalapenos, huge caramelized onions, cilantro, and garlic aioli. It lived up to the huge hype. Sweet, spicy, juicy as can be. And so messy, as the divine combination of citrus juice and aioli ran down my wrists. 

And don't forget the sides! The roasted corn is amazing, pungent spices, butter, parmesan cheese. Super tender kernels, a little spicy, super zesty. Great cobs, good thing we ordered one for each of us. I also liked the fries, they added some of the same spices to the thick cut potatoes and served them with an extra side of aioli. Now this is not your standard aioli. Most are white in color, this one was pink, it looked a little like Thousand Island. And it was so garlicky, that even I could taste it and that is saying a lot!

Good job having Mexican Cokes with real sugar, the way God intended them! The total meal came out to about $55, it may sound like a decent amount of money, but this place is unique in their cuisine and they do a great job with their execution. Fremont may not be my kind of neighborhood, but this is a place for everyone to check out.

Fremont is a very artsy section of Seattle, just north of downtown. Some would call it progressive, I would call it digressive because it's so liberal and you see so many crooked sexual flags flying around. They even have a statue of Lenin where they have a lot of political demonstrations and picketing. They even have slogans spray painted on it such as "my body my choice" but I think it's for vaccination passports instead of abortion. Just weird. 

We also went into the vintage market which has tons of memorabilia and artifacts from the sixties, seventies, and eighties. They had figurines, clothing, music, all kinds of stuff piled on top of one another it was like a huge indoor yard sale. They wanted to check our backpacks though, and after the third time of asking, we decided we'd had enough. 

We took the bus back to the hotel and booked two spots on the Seattle Underground tour, one of the most popular tourist attractions. The highlight was probably hearing about how hookers made so much money, but would identify as seamstresses on their taxes. And we even saw some of the first toilets, they're actually called crappers.

Then it was a 1.5 mile walk north to Cinque Terre, a modern Italian restaurant with a focus on seafood. The funniest part is I had made a reservation a week prior and mom found it two days prior. We even picked the same restaurant! 

And the night was not over. One more bus ride south to TMobile Park for Mariners vs Athletics. It was a pretty good stadium, I was able to score two fans of craft bet for six bucks, I still don't know how that was possible. But by the seventh inning, we were spent and we took the light rail back to the hood. Of course it took about 20 minutes to find the train since Seattle does a terrible job of marking where to walk. 

On the way back to the hotel, I was just walking, minding my own business, not saying a word, and all of a sudden, a glass bottle shattered about a foot away from my feet. Some asshole threw a bottle at me. That only reinforced what a lousy city this, it was such a relief to walk off the streets and enter the Courtyard doors. 

Sunday, July 25, 2021

Chapter 1-Smooth the Bumps

I would get delayed by 5.5 hours in the nothing happening Newport News airport. It was so slow and boring, I drank a $12 Jack and ginger in the bar at 9:30 am. After arriving at Airport 1 at 6 am, the plane finally left for Charlotte at 1pm, with about half the passengers that initially boarded 6.5 hours earlier. 

One of the most aggravating parts of this is the federal requirement to wear these outdated masks. We're nearly all vaccinated, what is the point anymore? Why can't they just be optional?

We landed around 2:10 and I shuffled through an airport terminal that was so busy it made Times Square look like a winter Iowa cornfield. My gate was located at the end of Terminal B, which means lots of large planes, not lots of room. Right next to our gate were gates that were boarding flights to JFK and LaGuardia. Not only that, 26 standby passengers were trying to get on my plane! Thank God I was confirmed, I only had to wait 20 minutes to board. 

On a brighter note, I did score a $12 meal voucher, which I used in Chicago. I thought about going to Frontera, but with their abbreviated menu, I went to Prairie Tap, a tiny bar that I remembered had a good ribeye sandwich. I took one of those down along with a pile of fries. And I would up sitting next to two random guys, Darren and Andrew, though the latter looked like the twin of Jeff Daniels character from Dumb and Dumber. We drank beer and joked about everything from comedies to sports to beer. My homework is I have to watch Blazing Saddles. It was a great time and the cool thing is I never would've been in that airport if my flights had gone according to plan. 

Fittingly my last plane was delayed another two hours... of course, for me, that's minor. But I did land around 10:30, so that's basically 20 hours when you factor in time zone changes. Lugged my 40 pounds suitcase up the flights of stairs because the Pioneer Square station doesn't have a working escalator. I passed about 15 homeless people in two city blocks. Just filthy. 

Friday, July 23, 2021

Prologue-Further Disaster

Well it's still the 1st morning of my vacation and it's already an unmitigated disaster. I'm sitting here in the Newport News airport lounge wondering when the hell I will ever get out of here. Actually the disaster started last night when I tried to get a ride to the airport from Uber or lyft and nobody would take my claim for 5 days. So I then called a cab company and they agreed to pick me up at 5:45 am. Then at 5:30 this morning, they called me and said they could be there at 6. With my plane leaving at 7, that was just too narrow a window. So I drove myself to the airport and parked my car in the lot. My car will be there for 9 days so it's going to cost me over $60. 

Then I checked in for my flight, we boarded the plane, we taxied back from the terminal and on to the runway. We had to go back to the gate because there's an air valve problem. That led to an hour of standing in line trying to get rebooted. 

As I sit here, we have now been delayed 3 and a 1/2 hours, as another airplane part needed to be flown in from Charlotte. Finally the airline decided to just scrap the flight and replace it with a different aircraft. So now I've been rebooked to Charlotte to Chicago and finally to Seattle and I'm hoping to land in Seattle 9 hours later than I arrived. Of course I'd already brought baseball tickets for tonight that are now worth Jack squat. So the trip is already off to an absolute nightmare of a scenario, now I'm just hoping and praying to get to Seattle tonight and have a full Saturday there tomorrow.

Saturday, July 17, 2021

Standing By

As I sit uncomfortably in a hard gray chair by a charging station in the Philadelphia International Airport, I am actually disgusted as I look around. The fact that we have to wear masks regardless of our vaccination status is oppressive, it's senseless, it's illusionary. 

I'm expecting to get bumped at least one time, maybe two. But flying from Charlotte to Pittsburgh would've been darn near impossible. Bigger planes are needed, more flights are needed. Come on American Airlines, open up!

Oh and I had a full tube of toothpaste get confiscated by airport security. Tell me this, how is toothpaste a liquid??? Sunscreen, no problem. Deodorant, no problem. Toothpaste, problem??? What do we have, freaking chemists working at TSA?

I'm doing this weekend trip to Pittsburgh and I'm not even excited about it. The stress of finding an open flight, the threat of rain, not being recognized by other people in the 7 line army and thus feeling totally alone, and of course, the Mets stink right now. The highlights usually become finding a restaurant with some unique grub and getting hammered. 

Work is just another level of insanity. My financial aid team, at its peak, would have 5 people on it, maybe 6. We are down to me and one woman who's been with us for 4 weeks. In the last two months, two women quit, my boss went on medical leave with kidney problems, and then this week, our senior advisor's mom passed away. In essence, I may as well be the director. And the thing is, we have no idea when anyone is coming back. 

I want to go back to church. I haven't been in maybe 2 months now. Seems I usually end up donating plasma or doing grocery deliveries. I don't feel right about it. That said, if I'm going to a church, it has to engage me, whether with music, messages, community, volunteering, etc. I still pray and read the Bible, but in this twisted darkening country, I want that Sunday hope. I need hope. Because I have no hope in this country anymore and the way it's being run by the secular left. 

Ok let me give some good news, I know this has been a downer of a post. I appeared on my first radio show as a featured guest. It was with Long Beach Joe, who hosts an online show about the New York Jets through YouTube and blog talk. He gave me about 10 minutes, we had a great conversation, and all the reviews I've got have been great. Not that anyone would have had the nerve to tell me if they thought it sucked. Some people have told me I should try doing a show or podcast. I'd be open to it, the things to figure out are the technology and my topic. What's going to make me different, what's going to make me stand out? And I don't have a good answer to that question. 





Monday, July 05, 2021

How I Feel Regarding Pride

It's very obvious that I can't be honest with other people and certainly not on social media. Because when somebody expresses an opinion or belief system that is contrary to the ultra-liberal pop culture that has infested the United States of America in the 21st century, you instantly become a pariah and are excommunicated from the regular world. The hateful extreme left simply cannot handle people who have different opinions than them, and for a group that pushes tolerance, they are the absolute most hypocritical group of people on the face of God's green earth today.

That said, Mark and Jack ain't here. So i have some shit to get off my chest. When will America start devoting months for celebrating liars, adulterers, drug addicts, and thieves? It makes absolutely as much sense as celebrating crooked sexual deviants. And the important thing to remember is that it's not about being afraid of a certain group, it's about supporting the people without justifying their action. The word homophobe is so overused to the point that it's embarrassing. The sad part is the word love has become completely overused because most people have no idea what it is. A lot of people think love is just having a strong feeling for somebody or something. Love is sacrificial, it is an action, it is not some flickering, passing emotion. And until people come to that realization, "Love Is Love" Is nothing but garbage.





Monday, June 28, 2021

June Is the Worst Month

1) So there's a girl in Washington DC who I would like to date, but it turns out she's dating some random dude. And that random dude has since taken it upon himself to request me on Instagram, for reasons I have absolutely no idea. So I'm getting more attention from this random gastric bypass patient than the girl I'd like to get to know. If that doesn't encapsulate my lack of dating life, I don't know what does. 

2) I really make some killer garlic bread. And I'm not talking about the killer bread made by Dave and his cronies. 3/4 butter to 1/4 extra virgin olive oil. Warm it, add 4 cloves of garlic for each foot of bread. Slit the bread every  inches, brush,  sprinkle seasoned salt and Romano cheese, bake at 425 for 10 minutes, sprinkle with parsley. You're welcome. By the way,  I actually enjoy Dave's killer English muffins very much. 

3) The Mets are the least inspiring first place team in the history of baseball. 

4) I've signed up for four races. Time to start training again. I don't know if my feet are quite as swift as they were even two years ago. But... Maybe I have one half marathon in me...

5) Deep down, I still miss Natalie. She's married now, but... circumstances are just fucked up.

PS Pride always comes before the fall of man. 

Tuesday, June 01, 2021

May Day

 Well it's been a long time since I've posted, maybe six weeks. Let's just do this. 

1) First and foremost, fuck Facebook. I got a 30 day restriction for using the word "idiot" in a comment. There isn't the slightest doubt in my mind that Big Tech is out to oppress me and people like me. People with my political, religious, and social beliefs will be censored for things that aren't even related to those topics. Because a lot of vicious things have been said to me that I've reported, and nothing was done to them. 

So as much as it sucks, I have to play by a different set of rules. So what will that look like? One of the first things I will need to do is start muting groups from my timeline. It isn't the people I know who are aggravating me, it's the random strangers who say stupid things. God has designed me in a very unique way, with a lot of strengths in a lot of shortcomings. One of those traits is I do not have a very strong ability to ignore people who say stupid things. I need to put some boundaries in place, because idiots are not worth losing my social media.

2) Almost time for June, probably the most celebrated month for sin on the calendar. The f@g flags are about to come out in full force. I remember when I was walking in downtown Chicago when I was working right next to the Merchandise Mart building and they would always have about 12 American flags waving high in the sky. But during June, they would replace those flags with the evil rainbow. And it's the only time they would do that except when one of their sports teams was in the playoffs and winning games. It is absolutely shameful that that's what America does now, we promote and accept destructive behavior that spits in the face of God and family values. I can't say this stuff on social media because there are a lot of weak people who can handle it if you have an opinion different than theirs. The difference is they're the ones who actually preach tolerance but they can't tolerate a different opinion than their own. If there are people that want to live that lifestyle, they're going to, but quit shoving it in our faces. I mean why are people of faith discouraged from ever talking about their faith but people can wave the sexuality flag around?

3) During the pandemic, I was starting to use colored pencils and learn how to draw. I was only following YouTube tutorials, which for me can only do so much. You can watch somebody draw and create these absolute masterpieces, but a teacher cannot teach feel to their student. I feel like I would need someone to actually show me what to do. And even though I have created some decent works, at least for a total novice like me, I feel as though I want to learn more if I'm going to keep doing it. I don't think I've picked up my pencils in about 6 months now. And while I'm on time out from Facebook, it seems this would be a good time to do it. Maybe I just need a reason or a little inspiration to get back into it again.

4) But one thing I've always felt comfortable doing was cooking. And I've been getting into some different recipes lately, I'm especially trying to focus on making some better side dishes. I prefer to try to make macaroni and cheese on the stove as opposed to baking a full sheet in the pan. There's only one of me and I can only handle so much mac! A few things I have learned, and one is that American cheese sucks with macaroni. Sure it melts well, but the flavor just overwhelms everything else. I even tried cream cheese, and I think it just took away from the actual cheesiness and made it creamier. But tonight I used sharp cheddar cheese and Colby-Jack along with evaporated milk, a lot of hot sauce, and toasted bread crumbs. The texture came out much better, it wasn't too liquidy. I want the macaroni to be covered but I don't want cheese going all over my plate when I eat it.

I have really failed on my last couple of attempts making mashed potatoes. They either came out too hard because the potatoes weren't cooked enough or too liquidy. In fact the last time I used an envelope from the store and it was just a liquid mess. Maybe I'll go back to smashed potatoes with herbs or warm weather potato salad. 

5) On to sports and I guess I have to give the Knicks credit for finishing fourth in the Eastern Conference, something no one in their right mind thought was possible when this season began in November. At best, maybe we thought they could finish between 7 and 10 and make the play in tournament. But this first-round Series against Atlanta has just reminded us that they are simply not good enough to win a series, they need more talent, and they need to have a big offseason. And that means finding a way to get a superstar here within a year. They got embarrassed today in Atlanta in game 4, and going in it felt just like it did against Indiana in 2014 in game 4 of the second round. I was in town for that game and halfway through the first quarter I knew they were not matching up well in that they were probably going to get smoked. And that's exactly what happened, I was done by halftime. I stormed back to my hotel room at the Crowne Plaza and got wasted. If I had been in Atlanta today, the exact same thing would have happened. Even if the Knicks managed to win game 5 at Madison Square Garden, there is no way they can win three straight games against Atlanta. This season is going to be remembered as a great regular-season surprise but an incredibly disappointing playoffs.

6) As far as the Rangers go, I did not expect them to make the playoffs this season. They were playing in an absolutely loaded division and it was going to be challenging to get one of the top four spots. And thanks to certain circumstances, they fell a little bit short. But with so much young talent and a solid front office in place, it was easy to see they had a good foundation in place, but some grit and toughness were sorely needed. Well after Jim Dolan, with three games to go in the regular season, fired John Davidson and Jeff Gorton as team president and general manager respectably, I have no idea where this franchise is going and what direction they are headed. I do feel pretty good about them letting David Quinn go as head coach, I don't believe he was the man to get this team to being a legitimate contender for a Stanley Cup Championship. So with Chris Drury installed as the new general manager, he has an enormous task with getting this head coach hiring right. Gerard Gallant would be at the top of my list.  

7) I have been a fan of the New York Mets for well over 30 years now. I have seen just about every level of success and failure that is to see, except for a world championship. But for playing one third of the season, I don't know if I've seen this level of high and low in one season. Somehow they went from the most underachieving team in the first month to the most overachieving seem in the second month, and that's after they put 16 players on the injured list. They have guys I have never heard of coming from nowhere and they're contributing. The bullpen has been fantastic. The starting pitching has been really really good as well. But they have the third worst batting average in the National League and they're near the bottom in home runs. And they've been playing mostly bad teams, so it's hard to imagine they're going to keep this going. But to have a first place spot in the standings is amazing, they may very well need that cushion against the division that has also underachieved up to this point. What they really need to get back are the outfielders: Nimmo, Pillar, Almora, and especially Conforto. I mean how much longer can we watch Cameron Maybin and Khalil Lee average one hit for every 25 at bats?

8) As for the Jets, well with the draft concluded, they're in their slow. Until training camp starts up in July. I will say I am very excited about the direction of where this franchise is heading. With Joe Douglas as general manager and Robert Saleh as head coach, I feel they have a front office and coaching staff that are in synchronicity and are working together to achieve the same goal and they have a like-minded approach on how to accomplish that task. Not only that but I feel excited about their draft, they are focusing on key positions of need such as offensive line and wide receiver. Considering the schedule and the level of talent I could see this team jumping from two wins to seven wins in their first season. Just the fact that Adam Gase is gone, that should be an increase of four wins right there. The only thing I don't really understand is why they have not addressed outside cornerback, in free agency or with a premium draft pick position. Sure they drafted a bunch of secondary players towards the latter rounds of the draft, but how many of those people can we expect to plug and play from the beginning? That's not what you expect to get in the fifth and sixth rounds of the NFL draft. To a lesser extent I still have questions about the backup quarterback and the kicker.

9) I am so resentful of AEW. They are where Ring of Honor should have been for the last 10 or 15 years. They used Ring of Honor, raided their talent, and now they are the johnny-come-lately of professional wrestling. And there are people in that business who I respect and I like, but I simply will not watch them again, because I refuse to ever watch AEW. It's gotten to the point that I will skip portions of wrestling podcasts that talk about that particular company; I would rather not know anything about them.

10) All right enough about that topic, let's get back to some more personal stuff. There are a lot of people around me facing health concerns. My good friend Staci has leukemia. My boss has kidney cancer, will have surgery in June and miss six weeks of work. My father has an issue with the retina in his eye and is dealing with blurry vision. All these situations have come up in the last 2 or 3 weeks. And that's not even counting a certain somebody in Arkansas who's been dealing with health issues since I've known her and those issues go back multiple years before we started communicating. I've been very fortunate to have been pretty healthy my whole life and I can't imagine people who have to deal with chronic illnesses, but I'm dealing with that more and more. And it's hard to know what to say except I support them and I will listen if they need it.

11) So Memorial Day is tomorrow. As somebody who works with veterans and active duty military extensively, I know I have a deeper appreciation for our country's military. And that's another reason why I support President Trump like I do, I will support any president who funds our military, because there isn't anything more important than keeping our nation safe and secure and free. Those aren't just token words, they are true words. So I'm going to take a getaway day up north into Shenandoah Park. My plan is to hike up to 3,500 ft on the Old Rag Trail. From what I've heard it could be a seven or eight hour hike, I can't remember the last time I spent that much time on a high, it's rare that I go past 3 or 4 hours. So this is going to be a new challenge for me, but I think this is the time for me to do it. I hope I'll be able to spend a little bit of time reflecting and meditating and come out of it a better person. 

12) One of the best things about the pandemic ending is that I can start to plan trips again. And my biggest trip is scheduled for late July when I'm turning 40 years old. I have a cruise booked from Seattle Washington in to Alaska for a week. It was supposed to include a stop in Victoria British Columbia. I was going to set foot in Canada for the first time in my life right on my 40th birthday. But because both countries are run by incompetent fools and they can't get their crap together, the Canadian portion of the trip has since been canceled. But I will still enjoy it, I will get to go to a salmon bake, they will be canoeing and kayaking, I'll even get to go on a dog sled ride, I can only imagine what kind of the rush that's going to be. It may not be the Iditarod but that's pretty good still.

But to go on the cruise boat, a vaccination for covid is required. To be honest, I have no desire to get vaccinated. I have not been sick in any way for the last two years, so my thought is why mess with what's working for me? But I want to go on this trip. So a week ago on Monday, I had my first shot. Slowly, the numbness from the moderna needle set into my left arm. As Tuesday morning rolled around, I had very low energy for two days and it felt like the top of my left arm was twisted into knots. On Wednesday, when I was reaching my arm straight out to the left for the telephone, I never knew that could be such a painful experience. It probably took until Thursday morning for the discomfort to dissipate. And I still have another shot to take towards the end of June. I'm not going to get into whole debate about being vaccinated versus not being vaccinated. I have never felt I needed it, but if it will allow me to enjoy a somewhat of a normal life again, then that's the price I guess I can pay.

13) As far as other trips go, the week before the Seattle and Alaska trip, I've booked my ticket with the 7 Line Army for the Mets vs Pirates game at PNC Park. This is probably my favorite or second favorite ballpark in the country that I've been to, so I'm happy to get a chance to go back there. Chances are I will take a hotel room and stay overnight. One of the things about downtown Pittsburgh is a lot of their restaurants are not open for lunch, they open at 4 pm. So I'm going to have to plan my food pretty carefully. And the game starts at 7 on Saturday night and we are even running the bases on the field afterwards. So hopefully Bakersfield tacos or The Eagle Fried Chicken will stay open till midnight to accommodate my insatiable appetite for late night local grub. And it still makes no sense to me that they only have a bus service to go from the airport to downtown. They built the subway that has its northernmost stop just over the river where the stadiums are, but about 90% of the subway line is south of the city. How in the world they designed it that way, I could not tell you.

And I'm also very happy that the Virginia Jets Fans group will be taking a road trip to Charlotte in September for opening day when the Jets play the Panthers. It's going to be our new quarterback Zach Wilson against our most recent failed quarterback hope, Sam Darnold. It'll be Robert Saleh, the Jets new coaching hope, against Matt Rhule, the coach the Jets probably should have hired three years ago instead of Gase. I would not be surprised if that stadium was 30-35% Jets fans.

14) As happy as I was with the Cloud 2.0 shoes from On that I purchased in October 2019, I was that disappointed with their Cloudswift running shoes. I've had them now for about 9 months and the cushioning has just completely worn off. They're fine for walking and maybe standing around in but I have so little support on the balls of my feet when I run. And for shoes the cost about $130, I expect better than that.

Saturday, April 10, 2021

Wrestle Mania Predictions

Night 1

Singles match for the WWE Championship

Bobby Lashley (c) (with MVP) vs. Drew McIntyre        

Prediction: Drew McIntyre

 

Bad Bunny and Damian Priest vs. The Miz and John Morrison   

Prediction: Bad Bunny and Damian Priest

 

Tag team match for the WWE Raw Tag Team Championship

The New Day (Kofi Kingston and Xavier Woods) (c) vs. AJ Styles and Omos    

Prediction: AJ Styles and Omos

 

Steel cage match

Braun Strowman vs. Shane McMahon  

Prediction: Braun Strowman

 

Cesaro vs. Seth Rollins

Prediction: Seth Rollins

 

Tag Team Turmoil match

Lana and Naomi vs. Dana Brooke and Mandy Rose vs. The Riott Squad (Liv Morgan and Ruby Riott) vs. Natalya and Tamina vs. Billie Kay and Carmella     

Prediction: Billie Kay and Carmella

 

Singles match for the WWE SmackDown Women's Championship

Sasha Banks (c) vs. Bianca Belair         

Prediction: Sasha Banks

 

 

Night 2

Singles match for the WWE Raw Women's Championship

Asuka (c) vs. Rhea Ripley        

Prediction: Rhea Ripley

 

The Fiend Bray Wyatt (with Alexa Bliss) vs. Randy Orton         

Prediction: The Fiend Bray Wyatt

 

Nigerian Drum Fight for the WWE Intercontinental Championship

Big E (c) vs. Apollo Crews      

Prediction: Apollo Crews

 

Kevin Owens vs. Sami Zayn

Prediction: Sami Zayn

 

Singles match for the WWE United States Championship

Matt Riddle (c) vs. Sheamus    

Prediction: Sheamus

 

Tag team match for the WWE Women's Tag Team Championship

Nia Jax and Shayna Baszler (c) vs. Tag Team Turmoil winners  

Prediction: Nia Jax and Shayna Baszler

 

Triple Threat match for the WWE Universal Championship

Roman Reigns (c) (with Paul Heyman) vs. Edge vs. Daniel Bryan          

Prediction: Edge