Patsy might call me crazy.......

I know I post too much, but at this point in life I don't care. As suspicioned, more money has come in on Cincy and they are now favored. However, I've transitioned from "OH NO" to "Heck yeah!" Not all that long ago it was "We can't beat the Astros, they beat THE YANKEES. Take me home, country road, to the place I belong....in my living room watching the Mets and the Bluejays (or Astros)"

We beat the Astros, dang.

The Bluejays.... no way. Kings of the AL East, the biggest, baddest of the big money league, market. They got that Bautista guy me no likey. Remember? He caught the last out of an inning, little kids were enamored with hope for him to toss them the ball, he faked a throw to them, tucked it in his glove and ran into the dugout. GRRRRRR.

We beat 'em.

The Mets. Beat the Dodgers, swept the Cubs, aye yai yai.

We know the rest.

That was the last time a KC team was in the post season I felt "No way Jose" (pun maybe intended)

Until now.

Ya know, I kinda like it.

How dadgum cool would it be if they (Cincy) flexed their muscles, said "Who dey"... and....

52 and 3/4's players Showed 'em', pun perhaps intended again.

Chris? Frank...Derrick.. George.. Carlos.. Khalen? Did you see how Joe Burrow mocked Patrick? GRRRRRRRRR. 

I mean, I really hate when someone starts a sentence with "I mean", BUT, I mean how fun would this be.............................

As underdogs..........

Patrick ???? playing ???? every ???? down ????with ???? question ???? ouch, should Andy take him out? Sub in a 37 year old guy?  There's no hope!

Wait. How dang good would that be if we/He DID beat them?

I'm OK now. I'm ready for rope-a-dope. I really think a victory (in doubt) will be way more fun than 'we should.'

Pretty interesting (to me anyways) article below.

Or Chad.  Either will be awesome.

Love, Victurd

https://www.cbsnews.com/boston/news/top-10-gutsiest-in-game-performances-by-injured-athletes/

What's impo'tant to you?

Recently, up popped a thing asking "What would you change about your wedding?"  My brain immediately went into smartass mode, but thankfully I hadn't had a beer or three, I didn't want to come across as bitter (sore loser?) so I behaved, didn't. One guy said he often runs the video backwards, so they walk in reverse up the aisle, kiss, say their vows and he finally gets to the good part where he's at his bachelor party. I guess this will be like that - "What's impo'tant to you?", in rewind style.........

To me? I thought you'd never ask..........

Birth........  Mom, sleep, mom, and s'more sleep....

Toddler.... Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Green Genes, Tom Terrific and "Mom? I can't find Teddy, I can't sleep without Teddy!"

A bit older.... training wheels.. mom, of course dad.. a payback to my beloved older sister.. grandma and grandpa ..... and a new roll of caps.

"Humor me" the blog writer person wrote,"... as we age here, think along wit' me in each respective age with "What's impo'tant to you?"

Nine-ish, ten-ish... mom/dad... ok darnit, big sister too... Andy, Ope, Barn, my bike (freedom), the 9, count 'em, 9 siblings that lived next door, thus enabling countless, and I do mean countless hours of whiffle ball... not to mention skateboarding, sledding, Red Rover and Kick The Can. Impo'tant, heck to the yeah...

Somewhere between that and "I got my driver's license":... a little dab of Brylcreem... Eddie Wally and the Beav'... Moe, Larry and Curly (our beginning of rebellion?)..  wearing any shirt that DID NOT have a fruit loop.  square patches for the jean knees, screws and electrical tape for wooden ball bats. Hey, can you believe that one girl actually wears a bra?  Toothpicks and cinnamon oil... surfer shirts... a good supply of those plastic adapter thingies for 45 records... Goofus, Gallant, Highlights... 'Coc', you had to be from Liberty/What were we thinking?.... mom, dad, sister, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles. Tonettes, nevermind, I sucked.

FROSH... being scared shirtless... what's that hair.. he ain't got no hair.. and WHY does Coach stand outside the shower to check our names off? Clean gym clothes. the guy alphabetically next to us in our gym class lineup who FINALLY washed his gym clothes.  girls. the Plaza Theater, girls, that first kiss, should I rewind again from here?  Anything, everything (Municipal Stadium, Sam's Parking, Green bats, the rabbit, the Lincoln High bleachers, Arthur Bryants, Charlie O) about Charlie Finley and the KC A's.

SOPH/JR. ... "SHOTGUN!...I CALLED IT FIRST!"..  Parallel parking, ugh... sports... School dances..I'll go but do I have to dance? Does The Plaza III have cheeseburgers? Can someone show me how to put these damn cufflinks on? YOU CUSSED! Yeah, we do that now... Sock hops, cars, buddies with cars, anything besides the school bus. Did you see ____? She ain't wearin' a bra? (all, close to being men, are pigs.) Did I mention Playboy? Penthouse? Oui?... anything baseball-wise BESIDES Charley Finley and the A's.

SENIOR... You mean, after this I gotta do something?  Draft lottery number. sports..English Leather .. Proms, Kings, Queens... Superlatives... I dunno, you going to college?  Yeah? Where? but, but, but, we're an item, we can't go to schools 300 miles from each other!  Goodbyes.... reflections... memories, good friends made. We didn't know, but some were lifelong, some, we'd never see again.

JUST AFTER... You mean, I don't get an allowance any more? Wasn't it Maynard G Krebs that said "WORK!!"  Some entered a lifetime (almost) life and the W2.

Some, (draft lottery #236) to college. Time between classes. Late night/all night studying. Some, faternities, sororities, maybe an 'ok' one day paycheck. Some, nose to grindstone, wonderful paying job, beep-beep, outta my way, I'm retiring in Cabo at fitty-five. Some found college not impo'tant, dropped into the W-2 world fo'er. I'm a simpleton and maybe too proud of that, impo'tant for me in college, FUN, and man did I have that.

After the after: I do's and done dids. Well, let's chase each other 'round the room tonight, and play the games we played on our wedding night. Friends. BBQ'S, couples that were friends. Hey, they've got kids, maybe we should. Uh oh. We just bought diapers MONDAY!... 3am, crying, "your turn." Mom, dad, I know it's been awhile since we ve come to visit, we've got friends going to the Lake this weekend, can we maybe drop sunny boy off Friday after work and come grab him Sunday night? Hey, that bike we bought sonny? The ones on the floor were already assembled at WallyWorld, this one's a box? The hell? (Maybe not high on the list of impo'tant, we'd be remiss to not mention from this era: tummy aches, potty training oopsies, diaper rash, acetaminophen, gallons of pedialyte, rubber duckies, poopy diapers "your turn" and, projectile vomiting.)

SOON. Hey, we're going to the Lake this weekend, join us?  Gee, that'd be wonderful but we've gotta ball tournament in Des Moines, wifey ain't feeling great so she and Susie are staying home. Few and far between: We/me moments, and theys impo'tant in this era.

DRUM ROLL..... Honey, listen...(crickets).. Sonny boy married, on his own, Susie off to college until Christmas...Well, let's chase each other 'round the room tonight, and play the games we played on our wedding night... Not tonight, I've got Bunko.. yoga... wine club.. book club...we just did two nights ago...

A bit later... Our parents are failing, it's important we be there for them... Life and the hard lesson of emptiness.

House. Yard. Garden. IRA. IRA? How is the IRA? I don't have one, I thought you started one? Oh shit. (By this age, we're practiced at profanity). The long and winding road 'tween now and Social Security, Medicare, retirement. Impo'tant: Loved ones. Savings and no touchy. Regular bowel movements, well, they are. Exercise. Reliable car(s). Church. Communication. Happiness. Friends.

Closing in on today. Worry/care/concern about aches, pains, spots, dizziness, yada... Need a knee? Hip? Arthritis? Cancer? Heart? What is the date? Dementia?

HIGHLY, HIGHLY IMPO'TANT: looking back, SO much good, fun, love had. Worries about things outta our control? Gone, like grasshoppers on the windshield at 35mph.

And even maybe a bit later...Grab bars... Coffee... The wonderful ability to text, not call.. Caller ID. Friends. Appreciation. Emotions come a little easier, and that's ok, there's Kleenex for that.

All in all...........

Life is like a Steinway in a concert hall.

It's grand, if you play it right.

That's impo'tant 

Love, Victurd

At the end of the day.....

EB, the (mostly beloved) Offensive Coordinator (we think) of the Kansas City Chiefs, almost always closes a press conference using "at the end of the day" in summation, usually it's "if we want this, we gotta do this to get it (get there)."

Usually, I love me some 'end of the day'. At this age (old) it may be a little easier for gravity to take hold as the body flops from upright to supine. The brain, seeking summation of the day, 'prints' the end of the day daily report. If the day has been yummy, oft times our peepers don't make it through the 'report' so, we'll smile over it with a cup of coffee the next morning, the Good Lord willing.

If, at the end of the day, events, ongoings, health concern, family woe/worries have been upsetting - we do just that, we sit up, and who knows when the peepers will close.

Getting there in life ain't like sitting behind the wheel of a Tesla. Come what may can and does happen and we attempt our best to respond accordingly..

So, insteada sheep or woes, I vote we lay in retrospect and count the blessings.  

I ain't, I ain't, I ain't no preacher, but I do utilize this blog to remind me how I should do it, and to not beat myself up if that ain't exactly how it goes - I am human, hear me snore.

Victor, start early in the day and grabya a gunny sack to collect the good stuff from the day. Stuff like nifty smiles your eyeballs have seen.. slip a thank you note in the sack if you had a healthy bowel movement - hey don't laugh (or take that for grunted, so to speak) it matters.

Make a list, check it twice, of all your interactions, any/everyone you communicated with (at the end of the day, be thankful and, as you view the list, have pen/paper withya to make a list of "oops, missed him/her, I'll make a point to somehow touch them tomorrow, the Good Lord willing." 

In that gunny sack, don't forget to put the tail wags, kitty purrs, stuff that made you laugh, how good that shower/bath felt to start the day anew.

Take a moment, at the end of the day - to have memory of those whose days have ended. We can kinda keep em around that way.

Ugly is just that, ugly, and it comes in all shapes and forms.  Affliction, personal pain, the pain a friend, loved one is going through. Financial woes, loved ones going the wrong direction. Divorce. Death.

At the end of the day much is out of our control.

In Cincinnati, a young man lays. Perspective (at the end of the day). Won/loss,  Point spreads,Wild card standings, turnovers, takeaways., "we shoulda (punted/gone for it) on 4th down", "we need a new head coach, coordinator, quarterback, punter, kicker, announcer, stadium...........that all don't matter.

We can add prayer to the gunny sack, to our end of the day summation.

May we all somehow make it through crisis - by keeping our gunny sacks full, and by accentuating the good, at the end of the day.

Love, Victurd