|
| March 11, 1997 |
Get It: 85 |
Vol. 1, No. 41 |
HOOPS: Not a pretty sight ...
the coach poundin' his head against the cinder block wall
... frustration mountin' as the final seconds tick down
... the entire season ridin' on the outcome of this one,
crucial game 'n it's finally over ... no Cinderella story
here ... jes' some sad boys goin' home to do homework
... thinkin' what they'll do different next year ... while
#7 puts in one more practice round ... before his next
tournament game tonight ... his coach is gettin' more
serious with each heartbeat ... drill after drill ...
reboundin' ... shootin' ... boxin' out ... I didn't see
no college scouts on the sidelines ... I guess this is
a little too early ... oh ... there's college championships
on now? ... gee ... I'm glad someone said somethin' ...
I hope it's not opposite the Skating Challenge!
|
NO FROZEN HAM: I guess we're
gonna break with tradition this year ... our campin' circle
is forgoin' our first campin' trip ... the Daylight Savings
Time weekend ... last year we were down on the tip of
the Delmarva Peninsula ... (try to type that 3 times real
fast!) ... spittin' snow ... me spittin' nails ... as
the ladies stubbornly insisted we were gonna eat at the
pavilion even if it killed us ... the wind was blowin'
... it was cloudy ... we'd almost frozen to the benches
durin' the Sunrise service ... all I could picture was
all of us sittin' 'round in our heavy coats ... gloves
... holdin' down plates 'n napkins against the stiff,
cold breeze comin' off the water ... when lo' 'n behold
it cleared up ... the sun came out ... the wind died down
... it was actually quite pleasant as we set up lunch
... I was kinda half way lookin' forward to doin' it again
... the spittin' nails part is fun! ... maybe we can get
the backyard ready 'n pretend this year.
|
SPRING?: Already? ... someone
actually had a lawnmower out this last weekend ... I won't
mention any names but I think he was jes' lookin' for
an excuse to not do his homework ... 'nother guy was 'tillin'
up his garden spot ... it's disgustin' ... but my turn's
comin' ... the garden show the ladies went to this weekend
was one of those "Home and Garden" shows ...
the one with all the contractors sellin' room additions
... driveways ... landscapin' jobs ... there were all
kinds o' flyers in the bag ... on a positive note ...
wifey-poo said she didn't find a Bay Window that was any
prettier than the one we installed a couple o' years ago
... it's jes' the rest of the house that needs to be redone
... bathtubs can be recoated ... colored all fancy ...
kitchen cabinets can be resurfaced ... appliances can
be painted any color you want ... (how about Harvest Gold!)
... a garden window would sure look nice over the sink
... how 'bout some flagstone walls in the backyard? ...
ponds? ... waterfalls? ... the deck enclosure would sure
be nice ... 'n she has such faith in me ... why pay a
scroungy ol' contractor all my hard earned money? ...
I can do the job so much better than they can ... jes'
have 'em come out 'n show me the plans then I can trot
off to the store 'n buy all the stuff ... put it in for
a third of what they'd charge! ... oh ... 'n don't forget
the carpet for the basement ... now that it's almost clean
... joy joy joy ... I jes' love Spring time ... not to
mention the flood of phone calls I'll get ... for all
the "free" trips I've won ... all I have to
do is listen to the sales presentation ... they oughta
make a law about people enterin' your name in drawin's
'n then sit on the couch 'n snicker when the phone's ringin'
off the hook!
|
"It's a good thing that work
isn't like university courses or we'd all be in tears
trying to get our projects done on time and then suffering
the embarrassment of getting graded on every task."
-- Mikey, Thinkin' Too Hard
|
| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
|
|
|
|
|
