We Got Bacon

SUNDAY June 7

Mass @ 10:15 and it was standing room only. Grass, golf and lots of lots of lots of basketball w/ Alex. We’ve developed a new way of playing HORSE. When he gets a rebound, dad gets a letter. Jasmine watched the boy in the evening. I took Kim to Johnny’s and toasted her for another successful year in the classroom. Then I bought her some big ass pork chops and we chowed the fuck down. Saw the new Star Trek flick and got home late.


MONDAY June 8

Alex had a game tonight and it was fun although there were issues with Cookie. Alex is on the Scrappers this year and the picture on the jersey is of a tough looking, cartoon dog showing teeth. All the kids on our team have adopted Cookie as the mascot since she has the fierce underbite, hence the Chihuahua has been to all the games (and most of the practices). Tonight the other team had a dog on their side and Cookie barked her fucking ass off at the mascot for the other team. At one point Cookie was so intense that Kim & thought she might be scaring the younger children on our side. Kim & I took separate cars to the game and after the boy’s last AB she told me to take the crazy Chihuahua home in the bar car. As Cookie and I were making our exit the coach of the other team called out, “Hey Posega? Why’s that dog only barking when our kids are in the box?” To which I responded, “Ya ain’t cheatin ya ain’t trying Coach. That’s just Cookie being Cookie.” Seriously, she is one barking jag away from a 50 game suspension being handed down by the Pinto League Commissioner. Once again, Bud Selig declined to comment.


TUESDAY June 9

Rock practice. We solidified overdubbing dates (next Tuesday at Larry’s) and everybody seems to be on board with Saturday June 20 for bD golf outing. Those not interested in golf will of course be required to meet us at Rosita’s to witness the annual Breaking up of the Band dinner (or at the very least, a Costanza-esque airing of the grievances).


WED June 10 – Walking on air because Kim is reading my novel and I am out of expressions. Went to the dentist and got cavities drilled and refilled for the first time in 20 years. No shot. Well, I had my Jamie when I got home but none of the boring – make me – talk – like Brando crap. I don’t think Alex and I can go to Milwaukee this weekend and I am sad.


Thursday June 11

Played 18 after work today because I am a fuck it all kinda guy. Kim invited Janine over for dinner. She made her good carrot/pasta dish and it reacted in an interesting way with the spicy vegetable juice I drank after coming off the course. Let’s just say there was a hot ring around my rosy. Alex and I helped Kim bring the last of the stuff and the class pets home for the year. She left a note for the summer school teacher on the Dri Erase board and we closed the door behind us.


Friday June 12

Stayed up late, fucking late last night writing but I am literally one detail away from finishing MOI. Alex had a game so we had a short family movie night. It was the creepy Star Trek the Next G when those crawdads attached themselves to the brains of Starfleet commanders. Alex was a little creeped out so I acted out a scenario where one of those creatures tried to clamp on to Cookie’s brain but it just kept sliding off her head because there’s nothing in there to latch on to…stupid fucking Chihuahua.


SATURDAY June 13

Rain. No Milwaukee trip but a great day screwing around – around the house. Worked on the bills, Alex went to Finn’s so Mrs. Posega and I had some quality alone time in the afternoon. Alex came back and the little family took in 4:30pm Saturday Mass. Kim got a wonderful letter from T today and we are overjoyed. Finn came later for a sleepover and I kept the boys up really fucking late watching Rocky IV. They both pretended to be two different Rockies fighting two different Dragos. At least they are beginning to grasp the concept of alternate realities. Great. We’ve got a coupla Philip K. Dicks on our hands. Bacon knocked in a coupla runs and that was exciting. Love that #15, the saltiest number of them all. Up late, late, late again reading and rearranging this instrumental thing in my head. Leaving for Sandwich to golf with Dennis S. @ 6:30 Sunday morning…

On a Plain

Fr. Hart continues this week with the Sermon on the Plain from Luke’s Gospel.

He reminded us last week that while Luke’s Sermon on the Plain contains many of the beatitudes or blessings from Matthew and Mark’s Sermon on the Mount, Luke’s Sermon on the Plain includes the maledictions …”woe to those” statements.

Following this stuff is what seems to be (in Fr. Hart’s hands) the central message of the Christian life. While there is no doubt that the most important information coming from the Good News is the coming of the Kingdom of God, the Word Made Flesh, Christ fulfilling the Scripture…what we (those who are “listening”) must do is live the Christian life. We must do that even before we do what I am doing right now – writing about it.

We must live it.

We must not condemn.

We must love our enemy.

We must walk the extra mile or however many stadia it was back then.

We must turn our cheek.

We must not let pride interfere with living the words of the Sermon on the Plain.

Christ is a man, God is a God, of action.

Let your “yes” be “yes” and your “no” be “no”.

Love for the Jewish followers of Christ who came to embrace and spread the New Testament, like listening, is an action.

The Sermon on the Plain seems to provide simple guidance for those actions showing that we listen to Christ that we love the Son of Man and we love mankind.

While I find it hard to turn the other cheek, love my enemy…

Hell, I find it difficult not to say nasty things back to friends when they piss me off…

Truth be told there is much from the Sermon on the Plain that seems to be beyond my capacity to inject in my daily life.

Ironically, Fr. Hart told us that the Desert Fathers thought Christ set a fairly low standard for Christian love/life with the Sermon on the Plain. His example was a good one. Fr. Hart said: “A beagle will love you no matter what you do to it.”


It’s been weird not writing in the blog. I haven’t written anything since Thursday night. Alex was sick this weekend. Too bad for the poor kid. We were going to have a family snow outing today. He puked and had diarrhea last night. He splashed a fair amount from his first barfing session on my arm.

He was so cute and told me how sorry he was.

I said: “You’re sick boy, you can’t help it.”

As I cleaned him up in the tub I reminded him of the last time he puked – we had to leave Holy Saturday Mass early because I could tell the boy was sick. He almost never fakes it. If he acts sick, something is wrong.

Anyway, I said: “I got you home and you ran to the bathroom. You tried to get your pants down and as you did you threw up into the bathroom sink. I got there just in time to help you with your pants…just in time for you to shoot diarrhea at daddy.”

He laughed and said, “I was like a poop gun.”

“You sure were Alex. And it didn’t end there. Once you stopped throwing up in the sink we tried to sit you on the toilet. I sat next to you and felt so bad for you as I cleaned myself off. You looked at me like you were about to say something, and threw up on me.”

“Wow,” said Alex, “at least I didn’t poop on you this time.”

“The night is young, son.”

Some baseball thoughts before I sign off for the day.

This looks to be a drama-filled baseball season for the two Chicago teams. The Cubs have made free agent moves and are looking to steal back public relations momentum built up by my beloved Sox. Hard to believe that one year removed from a World Series victory, and Kenny Williams has engendered the kind of ill will he has from Sox fans, even – to a certain extent – me.

I am a little pissed at Kenny not because he is talking about how out-of-whack the market is for pitchers.

The market is out of whack for pitchers.

But the tough talk for Buehrles was way the fuck out of line. While Kenny backed away from those statements, they still leave a bad taste in my mouth.

Sorry, Mark Buehrle will always be more of what a WhiteSox player/guy/contributor than Kenny W. I think Kenny Williams is amazing, but the game Buehrle pitched against the Angels will be with me as long as I live. He stood tall with the game tied at 1 and getting no run support from his team.

But if you are one of those douche bags who want to say ‘See the Sox can’t act like a big market team because they are already going back on the cheap’ – let me say here and now, stuff it dumb ass you don’t know what you are talking about.

The last big Market type of team that acted that way to win it all was the Red Sox in 2004. The Cardinals did not make the big splash in free agency last year, the WhiteSox did. Where did that get them? The Sox behaved like a mini-New York Yankees in the off season following the World Series. They got 90 wins and not much else. I loved the team last year by the way. But the acquisition of Thome and the trade for the greatest five inning pitcher I have ever seen did not get the Sox back to the playoffs, which was all I wanted last year.

The biggest move the Marlins made in ’03 was firing their manager.

See, by picking up all the pitchers, I think the Sox are trying to be like the Twins and the Marlins and the Angels and the Athletics.

You say ‘But the Sox are from Chicago, they should act like a major market team’

I say HOW ARE THE YANKEES DOING? They spend more friggin money than anyone, the Red Sox too….I didn’t think either of them had a realistic shot of winning it all last year. I liked the Tigers or the stupid fucking Twins more than either of the AL East fat-sacks when it came down to winning it all.

The Cubs are interesting. In some ways, they are more interesting to me than the Sox this coming season. They should be improved over a 60-some win season last year. But if they do not pull the bullpen together they could find themselves in the same crappy position the Sox were in (the 2nd half) of last year. Once the Sox got through the biggest joke in baseball, padding their record with wins over the hapless NL Central teams, they got jobbed by every good team that got into their bullpen. Dumpster has never been the same since AJ went yard and won the garbage-on-the-field game. But if the Cubs can’t get good ole Neil Cotts turned around, D’Ohman (if they still have him), and get contributions from Kerry W out of the pen they are in the shit no matter how well they do at the dish. When it rains, it really pours when your bullpen is weak. Of course Howry and Eyre ought to be ready to go. Maybe I am talking out of my ass and should have every reason to be hopeful for the boys in blue and their bullpen.

Back to the team that matters to me – I don’t mind that Kenny said all Sox players who have contracts expiring are welcome to test the free agent market. I think guys play better in the last year of an undervalued contract than in the first year of a big deal.

Maybe it is smart to let Z pitch for next year Cub fans.

As much as I love Jermaine Dye and think he is everything that is right about baseball, it does not make sense to sign or promise him anything at this point. The Sox need to see what is left in the tank. The same is true for Buehrle. I just wish Kenny wouldn’t have said that he was as good as gone a few weeks ago.

I can’t wait for the first baseball to be fired in anger.