Back to the place of employment after four days off that felt like two.
Quiet here. Pin-drop quiet. Maybe I can get some work done.
Less than 2 weeks to winter baseball practice. Yowza!
12.28.2009
12.26.2009
Did You Get What You Wanted?
And if you didn't - tough. Cowboy up.
Busy today on a very rainy Saturday after Christmas. Even stopped at a couple of stores late in the day with no waiting. Cool.
Now (10:30PM) I'm making that Jersey favorite - Sausage and Peppers. Mine rocks.
Ingredients:
Sausage
Peppers (no green peppers, they are tasteless)
Onions
Garlic
Tomatoes
Salt/Pepper
Red Pepper Flakes
1/2 cup of white wine
Water
Cook the sausage in the oven. Put all the other stuff in a big pot and cook it down. When the sausage is done, slice it and throw it in the pot. Let it cook awhile. Put it in pans, refrigerate. Eat well Sunday.
Busy today on a very rainy Saturday after Christmas. Even stopped at a couple of stores late in the day with no waiting. Cool.
Now (10:30PM) I'm making that Jersey favorite - Sausage and Peppers. Mine rocks.
Ingredients:
Sausage
Peppers (no green peppers, they are tasteless)
Onions
Garlic
Tomatoes
Salt/Pepper
Red Pepper Flakes
1/2 cup of white wine
Water
Cook the sausage in the oven. Put all the other stuff in a big pot and cook it down. When the sausage is done, slice it and throw it in the pot. Let it cook awhile. Put it in pans, refrigerate. Eat well Sunday.
12.25.2009
12.23.2009
The Eve of The Eve
Which would make it Dec. 23 townsfolk.
Four days off with the best holiday of the year on Friday. Can't wait.
Gotta wrap some presents to tally my box count and then get what I gotta get tomorrow. I usually am behind the 8-ball on Eve proper, but I'm in pretty good shape right now. Couple of items and I should be good.
And...
The NY Mets are close to signing a 35 year old knuckleballer. What a relief. The last piece of the puzzle? (CUE THE SARCASM)
Four days off with the best holiday of the year on Friday. Can't wait.
Gotta wrap some presents to tally my box count and then get what I gotta get tomorrow. I usually am behind the 8-ball on Eve proper, but I'm in pretty good shape right now. Couple of items and I should be good.
And...
The NY Mets are close to signing a 35 year old knuckleballer. What a relief. The last piece of the puzzle? (CUE THE SARCASM)
12.22.2009
12.21.2009
Der Vogel
To figure out the meaning of that title, check Babel Fish. German to English.
Saturday afternoon, after chaperoning the Sons of SoulSlam for some holiday shopping, we decided (as a trio) to go grab a hot dog at a local joint.
Where I live, to cross over into the bustling metropolis, you cross over a viaduct, which has a fork at the bottom. Light on the straight side, or you can cruise right through a Yield Sign and proceed down Main St.
So I come over the crest, the light is red, and a couple of cars are stopped. I slowly creep down to continue straight when the guy behind me lays on the horn. Got ya. Creep up a little more and this guy passes by on the aforementioned right, with his middle finger up high, which is right in my oldest son's face. WHAT!
What this dope doesn't know is I have enough room to bang the right and follow him, which I do.
Now he goes down Main to a very looong light. Which is red. He has no place to go. Pity the fool (as the immortal Mr. T used to say!)
I'd like to say I stayed calm, but I did not. I jump out and confront Mr. Tough Guy. I come up on his window and the look I got was priceless. The kind of look that says "I just crapped myself!"
Paraphrasing I go on like this:
'YOU GAVE ME THE FINGER! YOU'RE A TOUGH GUY GIVING ME THE FINGER! NOW YOU HIDE BEHIND YOUR CAR WINDOW LIKE A PANSY BUT YOU WERE TOUGH ENOUGH TO THROW A FINGER AT ME A BLOCK AGO! COME ON OUT AND GIVE ME THE FINGER! IT WOULD BE A SHAME TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS WITH A BROKEN FACE!
I then returned to my car and followed for a couple tenths of a mile. I could see him trembling all the way.
So some may say I should not have done that in front of my sons. I disagree. As I explained to them, you don't let anybody treat you with disrespect.
And the moral of this story. Don't mess with SoulSlam.
SLAM.
Saturday afternoon, after chaperoning the Sons of SoulSlam for some holiday shopping, we decided (as a trio) to go grab a hot dog at a local joint.
Where I live, to cross over into the bustling metropolis, you cross over a viaduct, which has a fork at the bottom. Light on the straight side, or you can cruise right through a Yield Sign and proceed down Main St.
So I come over the crest, the light is red, and a couple of cars are stopped. I slowly creep down to continue straight when the guy behind me lays on the horn. Got ya. Creep up a little more and this guy passes by on the aforementioned right, with his middle finger up high, which is right in my oldest son's face. WHAT!
What this dope doesn't know is I have enough room to bang the right and follow him, which I do.
Now he goes down Main to a very looong light. Which is red. He has no place to go. Pity the fool (as the immortal Mr. T used to say!)
I'd like to say I stayed calm, but I did not. I jump out and confront Mr. Tough Guy. I come up on his window and the look I got was priceless. The kind of look that says "I just crapped myself!"
Paraphrasing I go on like this:
'YOU GAVE ME THE FINGER! YOU'RE A TOUGH GUY GIVING ME THE FINGER! NOW YOU HIDE BEHIND YOUR CAR WINDOW LIKE A PANSY BUT YOU WERE TOUGH ENOUGH TO THROW A FINGER AT ME A BLOCK AGO! COME ON OUT AND GIVE ME THE FINGER! IT WOULD BE A SHAME TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS WITH A BROKEN FACE!
I then returned to my car and followed for a couple tenths of a mile. I could see him trembling all the way.
So some may say I should not have done that in front of my sons. I disagree. As I explained to them, you don't let anybody treat you with disrespect.
And the moral of this story. Don't mess with SoulSlam.
SLAM.
12.18.2009
Hoops
Since there is only so many times I can bloviate about the inactivity near Willets Point, time for a Hoops post.
This season, SoulSlam is coaching two teams - one 6th Grade (12U) travel team for the older guy and a buzzsaw of a 2nd/3rd Grade Rec team with my ever-growing 9 year old.
On the travel team I am an assistant coach, coaching with some guys I've known for a long time and coach baseball with. As far as the team, we are vertically challenged (read that as S-H-O-R-T), and so far, we've gotten our Nikes handed to us. Since we didn't get into this thinking we are going to win a National Championship, all's well; though some of these kids can't seem to grasp the simplest of concepts on the hardwood.
The rec team is the first stab at competitive ball for these boys. They've basically been playing in a non-competitive clinic for a couple. Now they have to play with refs and rules (some modified). I have my team running a couple of plays already, so I think we're ahead of the curve. I'm sure the comments will start about stacking my team will begin from the looks of things. But that is the way the ball bounces.
And last but definitely not least, mark your calendars. January 8, 2010. Indoor winter workouts. Baseball. Can't wait.
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