General Whack-a-madoos

Reading some of my old rants against the Cubs from the blog and my journal going back to the late 80's. I am a stupid, stupid man. I've gotten worked up over some incredibly inconsequential shit over the years. Wow.

Kim bought 4 bleacher tix for Sat May 1st against the Dbags. We're going to take her cousin Jenny and her fiance. I hope I can get an Old Fashioned at the new bar in Wrigley before grabbing some pine (or whatever that wonderful, moldy old green wood is) and enjoying day baseball crammed in with the throngs of fans, party-goers and general whack-a-madoos.

I think I served under General Whack-a-madoos in D'nang.

You weren' there man! You don't know. Ok, I wasn't there. I don't know. I am not even sure how to spell D'nang.

No more jokes about D'nang.

Got to pick out a SOX game...not that SOX tickets are as hard to get as those for their northside counterparts...but there is something fun about buying baseball tickets in Feb. It makes me forget this slushy month and look forward to better weather.

Don't get me wrong, I believe every day is a gift from God (even the crappy days) but there is always a point where I start thinking, 'February, I am through with you'