BOO!

Ahm Victor... i know you keep track of the day of the week by your pillbox...you need to figure out something along the same line for months... you see, Halloween was last month, gobble gobble, we've moved on to November.

Hey, leaf me alone, I recently passed that insulting cognitive test in the Doctor's office.  I'll be, fine and dandy, and i know I know, with apologies (and love) to Dolly, I recognize that's next month. 

That ain't what this is about, kinda.

Facebook. Sorry, not sorry.

 One of my favorite "BOO!" things is, the recording of the beginning of James Brown's "WOW! I feel good"....  Hubbys, wives, use it.. .sneak up behind... scares the watoosie outta their spouse, pet, kid, whatever.... the element of surprise is, to me, fun.

Sport's and boos.

Bob Uecker, may he RIP, lived, made quite a living off of being boo'ed.  He joked, "I knew my career was over in 1965 when my baseball card came out with no picture."  Bob was a career .200 hitter, but, beloved by ALL around him..  A light humor glue that kept teams together.

Of his contribution to the 1964 Pennant, World Series winning St. Louis Cardinals.........."People don't know this but I helped the Cardinals win the pennant," Uecker said during an appearance on "The Johnny Carson Show" in 1982. "I came down with hepatitis. The trainer injected me with it."  

Fast forward to yesterday, Chiefs game... Our kicker, second all-time in field goal accuracy, has, the last two years, developed "the yips"... (The yips is where you putt like me, TERRIBLE)... 

It's gotten so bad, they signed another dude to the practice squad, which, drew BOO's because he's had 16 or so massage parlor workers claim sexual misconduct by him........ Not popular here, but, fans are fickle.... back to our present kicker.

Yesterday, he missed a 55 yarder... Jets were offsides, so, reprieve from five yards closer.  MISSED it too.  After the game, as he walked to the locker room he was showered with boo's.  "I understand, it's part of it."

Si, it's cruel, but it is what it is.  Can you imagine though, you're at work, 'fans' are sitting all about, watching you... if you goof... or don't give it your all.. THEY'D BOO?

Or, what if........... what if they followed, watching you on the golf course?  Oh me oh my, I'd quit. One of my good buddies said I have a L-O-F-T problem.  Uh huh, Lack Of Friggin Talent.  Boo away, I don't care, I work there, I know I suck, BUT, I get free golf balls from the guys that mow the grass so it ain't so painful when one of my drives goes to visit where the deer and the antelope play.  (But, if there were fans watching, following, it would be "WHERE OFTEN IS HEARD, A DISCOURAGING WORD"...

Ya feel for the kicker.............. then again....... there's the CHA-CHING part.  Still, human, takes toll.... Until that is, he's dressed and drives home in his 2026 Maserati, passing me and my 2002 Buick Century.  BOO!

 That's about all I got.  YES, I know it's November, in fact, I'm hip to it, as... eleven more days I get a new hip.  I won't blog about that though.  (I know, I'm an idiot, you know I probably will too.)  Parts is parts, but it's hard to leggo of body parts!

 BOOOOOOOO!

 Happy happy, Love, Victurd