Stuck inside a monitoring cell, I was surprised to find myself thinking. Not so much observing...Reflecting. There she is.
1. This chips don't taste as good as they used to.
Folks, we're not talking about the same bag, so save the material. It's when lullaby companies that claim to be natural and good for you alter something that just worked. Life's greatest triumphs and good times have come from moments where no one knew what was going to happen or, better yet, that THIS would happen. Cheese doesn't taste different from one coast of this country to the next, but said company added salt (the great flavor of the east) and we were on to something. The Flavor was smeared on, not sprayed. These potatoes were cut with a knife by a group of prisoners who nervously eyed the warden as they sat, knife in hand. Then this company just plain fucked it up. They altered it (but didn't tell anyone, New Coke lesson learned) and now it sucks. And because they are on the "high end" of the junk realm and no one sells classic small amounts, I'm out $1.75 in a day and age where I am out of laundry soap.
2. I'm not liking what I see in the AL East.
No one should. Now is not the time to let this team peak, even if they are playing a rusty watertown from Maryland, one who gave up hope weeks ago. I'd like the competition to step it up and realize that no hope is lost when you defeat a ruthless empire that exhales all the warmth of a siren. Wake the fuck up, Beacon Hill, and do your job. I don't care if you don't win in the playoffs, just keep the businessmen out of there.
3. We can't get forceful when he's all we have.
Tell this to the overfed scribes who think that Mason has to make it happen this week against Purdue. It's a must-win, no doubt, but if you can him, you're back at square zero. If this school wants their own pit to play, build with some success. How about you cut the sucker's pay? .500 in the Big Ten or it's slice time. And where's that money going? The new stadia. And improved face masks (always a problem, looking for a solution).
4. It feels like inside outside.
It doesn't get any better than this. Cool breeze by night. Trees turning. Temp is the same. It brings with it a lot of hope in a season of death. Man has turned this ritual of nature into its own beginning. Television. Football. Public School. Three true rights and character building charms of this land get it going when the leaves go to gold. And all this, as I walk inside/outside. Curious about lunch, and if I should eat it. Can you take a nap in the grass in front of the federal building? I will figure out. How much green tea does it take to make your head feel behind your body? 3 cups or so.
These are all things that face me here in the Golden State. We press on like Farmer John ham.
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