Brawl at Dahl redux

I've been keeping a low, dark profile in anticipation of Saturday's perennial and classic "civil war" doubleheader against our sister beer-league-softball team.

happy belated day-off to me.

regarding my previous post: when I said that I was taking Wednesday (my birthday) off, I didn’t think that it would mean taking Thursday thru Saturday off, too!

taking the day off

don't ask me when it started—because I don't recall whether or not it was a conscious decision—but I've not worked (i.e., gone to work) on my birthday in years.

a 44th time

it's that time of year, and the body recalls it and reminds you of it via sight, smell, feel—the time at which your birthday coincides with the summer solstice.

I am they.

show me a man who doesn't feel guilty about taking 20-plus-minute showers, and I'll show you a man who skips a shower twice a week every week. (I am those men.)

here's something you don't hear anymore:

"keep the pack." you heard it a lot on TV and what-not after World War II. with cigarette prices being what they are now, you probably won't ever hear it again.

when in doubt...

...go with your gut. as a softball coach, I give my players the benefit of the doubt and strive to follow this rule—as well as "never change your first answer."

"I dood it!"

once—just once!—I wish that a pol (see Weiner, Edwards) would cop to his crime. can you imagine? "against the advice of counsel, I'm here to say that I did it."

...this must be Belgium.

when you don't work—and, by extension, sleep—regular hours, Friday can feel like Tuesday can feel like Monday. consequently, Saturday & Sunday lose their sheen.

oh, say, can you change the anthem?

the one thing I appreciate about our American anthem is that it doesn't mention any god. otherwise, I could do without the blood, brio, and bombast of the tune.

a Markov the times

last night—in the bathroom of the Comet Tavern—I saw a sticker for a band called NonZeroSum. bands have officially run out of decent names. what's next: Theory?

the agony of defeated purpose

I've noted (and am guilty of it, too) that when callers leave a message that they want you to return immediately, they tend to ramble—delaying your quick reply.

where's Bluto, when you need him?

I love the summer, when people stay outdoors longer and enjoy a fine evening with friends. what I do not love is when one of them decides to break out a guitar.

the coach–Comm-Ish

you know, I think I finally have got the hang of this beer league–softball co-Commissioner business. team manager and co-Commish, simultaneously? not a problem.

how it works redux

the trickiest part of a daily blog post of no more—or fewer—than 160 characters on "matters of substance & import" is the daily bit (meaning the "matters" bit).