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I would like to take umbrage with your comments yesterday at the U.N..

Mr. Bush is not the devil.

Dick Cheney is, you moron. The devil as bad as he is, has a brain and just wants to be a dick. Mr. Bush is more a dumber and less imposing version of Biff from Back to Future.

I am not the biggest fan of Mr. Chavez. I respect that he wants to help his country by staking its own path. So far he has been able to get some things done with his social programs. Time will be the true test to see if this will work. Those programs, ironically are funded mostly by U.S. dollars. Since he has oil and we are still dependent on it. He is a man who has the support of his people who have elected him, so he should lead how he see fit for his nation. Yes I know he has tinkered with the courts and made things difficult for the opposition parities, to which I say BOOOO, but he is in charge and till that is changed by the people of Venezuela then we have to accept it. I am also not for his stoking of flames, in the region and the world. I know he is angry and wouldn't you be if you felt a country was out to kill you. I know the bombastic lashing out does win him support at home and through the world, but I don't think it is constructive for the long term. Chavez wants to stir things up not because he is not a fan of the U.S., but it he want to drive up the oil market. Any fears or doubts he can raise. He can generate more cash. He wants to stop selling to the U.S. and find other markets he could sell. An example of this is that he wants to sell to China. But to sell and deliver to China, Venezuela has to do it at a higher cost to themselves. So this will lead to less money for Chavez's social programs. So if the market was higher, Venezuela would be better off. (thanks NPR, I hope I got that all right, if not I am sorry and if you do know please let me know where I went wrong). If he can do that successfully for the long term and not be dependent on U.S. money then he would be very happy.

Lastly, I wished his anger at the U.S. would have lead to him recalling Twins pitchers Johann Santana. That bastard has been carrying the Twins past the White Sox. I also wish he would have also recalled Freddie Garcia for most of this season as well.

I will say next to Kruschev's shoe pounding, the day the ran out of hot dogs at the cafeteria (due to Boutros Boutros Ghali having the munchies after baking on the herb) and lest us not forget the Bingo incident of 1983. It has been a contentious couple of days at the old U.N.

Okay that is all I have your today. I hope I have not made myself look like a complete boob on this.

Roadie to Vegas!!!!

Next stop the Bun Boy restaurant in Baker.

Okay I should not get too revved up. This is close to being a turnaround trip. Were going out to witness Neck Car Truck racing, this is for the BH's work, long story. We're being treated to witness the event, so why not.

Even though we are not staying at a casino, I do not care. Since before last December it had been seven years in between visits. So when the opportunity arises I am taking it. So, I will be up very early on Saturday and driving back early Sunday. I will not have the opportunity to do what I really love doing in Vegas in the Fall. Watching football. I can sit in a sportsbook from Saturday morning till the final game on Sunday. Outside of sleep and bathroom breaks I could so do it. This trip I will try to actually do some gambling at the tables. We will see how bad I really am at Black Jack, then I will then go shame myself at the Craps table.

Keith speaking the Truth

I am late on this and this is another show I need to watch. But thank god for You Tube.
It sends chills down my spine on actions of this administration is taking all in the name of keeping us safe. Im sorry but the these actions make us no better than those we fight. If we are for freedom, democracy and rule of law then we must make our actions speak louder than our words. I want my government to do its job in protecting this country, but also protecting the rights we hold so dear. So I am not down with, "oh I will give up some of my freedoms for security." B.S. People say that because it is so easy to surrender someone elses rights before your own.

Also I want to thank "You Should Have Asked Me" for posting this.

P.S. Keith wasn't just yesterday that you were doing sports out in LA on KTLA Channel 5.

Do not ever eat the "meat lasanga" from hospital cafiteria. Unless you wish to stay at the hospital.

It seems that the people are up in arms. The reports say it's due to the governments actions or inactions, but we really know why.

The want more Truthiness for themselves and their bridges!

I think the people of Hungary want Colbert's name on that bridge. They don't care if he does not speak the language or that he is not dead. They know what side their gulash is buttered. They are just wagging the finger at the government to get it done. So they can get a tip of the hat. It's not like they trying to get the Austro-Hungarian Empire back. Even though it would be kind of cool to see them at least tour one more time.

Enough of the Papal bull-shit, Pope Eggs Benedict the XVI.

Man I miss old popey, not that old popey was perfect. He certainly pissed off enough people, but not in the way "Du Pope? du Pope hast? Du Pope hast nicht", has.

This Pope is one big angry pope who is just into his Prada shoes and new hats.

Avast ye bilge rat bloggers!

Today be Talk Like a Pirate Day, you landlubers!

Arrrr, I do love talking like a pirate. So all ye give thanks to Old Chumbucket and Captain Slappy. Arrr they be doing a great service for piratekind, mateys.

Aye it takes me back to my days being a Pirate of the Caribean and sailing on the sailing ship Columbia. Arrr those where the days.

Ahoy mateys, I must get back to the ropes. My boss has delivered me a boradside for send ye olde TPX Report without the right cover sheet to the poopdeck. If I do it a again I be getting a keel hauling.

So yo ho me bloggers, yo ho!

driving through the hospital parking lot, in your maroon station wagon, without a shirt.

Sir, if we were playing in the World Series of Poker for Cool, I am thinking you went "all in". But I don't think you are going to win, with a pair of 5's.

But you keep shining on you crazy diamond, shine on.

Hi,

I want to welcome you to Costa Mesa and congrats on your merger with Comcast and Adelphia.

Now I would like to ask if you can f'ing go f yourselves with the uncomfortable end of a working chainsaw, that is rusty I hope. You gaggle of mucus gargling, crotch goblins. Your new regime has come in and dumped it's used Depends undergarments on me. I see that you using my cable fee to run ads saying I will not know the difference. Also telling me about all the wonderful services you are going to bring. Hey that's great, good for you. Just there is one problem you have raised my rate and taken services away from me. One of the biggest reasons why I have stayed with digital cable is the On-Demand feature. Which has allowed me to save space on the Tivo, so I could watch things like the Wire, the Sopranos and so on. To which I must give you a nice hearty ,"liar, liar, pants on fire". We have not received any notice about our digital cable package. We have not been notified if it was going to be either ended, or grandfathered. Your predecessor Commuinistcast grandfathered our digital package without any problems. As you for you greedy, bile soaked, mule humping, ass clams you have not done a damn thing other than cash my check. Oh you did that with no problem. When we have called, you told us that things were taking time to transfer over. Hmmm I thought we would not know anything was going on. That what the ads I see every 24 seconds tell me. Now this is going on 5 plus weeks and we still do not have seen any change. Can I watch HBO on Demand? That is big freaking NO!! F me, seriously can I at least get dinner from you bastards. Because I know you took money from the bureau, and you made a goddamn mess in the kitchen without saying goodbye. And I know you are not calling me the next day, because I know you do not respect me. I do not want to be forced into getting a dish, even though it would give me a chance to watch more football. Hmmmmmmm, I may need to think about that. Wait I could not torture the better half with that.

Speaking of football don't even get me started on the NFL Network bullshit. I am close to going Taxi Driver over this. That is right, I am not the last angry man, but I have a friend who a friend of his. I do not care if the NFL is up to shenanigans. Just give me my NFL Network right now, and without having to pay even more for it! I have absolutely no faith in you or anything you have to say. I hear you say, "make the NFL play fair. Make them be apart of digital package, so those who don't want it don't get stuck paying for it." Well to that I say go fuck yourselves. You make me pay for a lot of crap I have not even come close to watching, even by mistake. And let me tell you I love me my TV, so that it pretty freaking hard for me to do. But you put on shit that is unwatchable to me and I pay and I pay since I don't have a choice. I just get bass taped by you and I have to smile. Why don't you have a digital platform for all the DYI channels. Do I really need to fund Yasmine Bleeth and Jacqueline Smith's livelihood? Because I do not watch Lifetime. Hell, where is my digital religion platform. What God is not good enough for HD/digital tier? Maybe if you would do something crazy like make the channels a le carte. Oh no, America couldn't handle that, we can't think for ourselves! Most the channels are skinholes and if they had to fend for themselves we could thin the heard and maybe just maybe get better programming. Give people the option of what they want. That would be fair. Oh wait when it comes to not letting you gouge me, you throw a hissy of nuclear proportions.

So in closing I want to express my sincerity in saying, I hope all of you who are keeping me from my On-Demand, and NFL Network all have your anus' probed by aliens, and getting a beating of Randall "Tex" Cobb proportions, by Turbo and Ozone, from Breaking and Breaking Two (Electric Boogaloo), all the while you're being forced to watch Glitter and Gili repeatedly. For all I want is nothing but shame and grief and puss oozing out of every orifice for you and yours from now and till forever you dirt eating, emu licking, tax dodging, veal wearing, descendents of hobos. May all of you get gentile herpes that are large enough to effect the tides.

God bless and have a wonderful day.

Sadly I have to say the we are not going to have a repeat of last fall wonderful adventure known as White Sox Playoff Baseball. That dream bit the big one this weekend. The time of death could be pinpointed to the 7th inning of Saturdays game in which the White Sox found that playing baseball with you hands around your neck is very difficult. It did not help seeing Frank Thomas beating the jebus out of us. Oh the irony. Frank, I know one day I will welcome you back into the White Sox family, but this little stunt is going to delay that for a little longer.

I know I should be very happy about what I witnessed last year, but I am going to be a whinny brat about it. This season was tough. I could have handled this better if this team had sucked from the start or if there were injuries. Nope they had to show at times that they were better than last years team. Oh was I drunk on White Sox glory back in May, during my trip back there. Oh those were the salad days of the 2006 season. This team ran off some great streaks and played some wonderful baseball. Sadly it was done the same time the Tigers were playing on the sun. Now as they scuffle, the Sox are just taking on water. All the while the f'ing Twins swoop in and are going to steal this thing. I hate those guys. For the last three months this team just has not had consistency from all the phases of the game. Pitching, hitting and defense never click all together for all extended period of time this year. There performance has been as shaky as Kate Hepburn after a couple cans of Jolt Cola. So as you can see I am kinda going through the winning DT's right now. So it is time to look to football to help get through and also hide from baseball if we are subjected to another Mets/Yankees Series. I will take one, not both.

Thankfully the Broncos got an Elam 3 run homer in extra inning to beat the Royals . . . er Chiefs. 9-3 that would have gotten you thrown out of the AFL.

I plan to give the White Sox a better requiem, I just don't have the energy to give it right now.

Still sleepy.

Sorry I have not bombarded you with nonsense, I have been busy with work. Also since I am still in the Dark Ages at home, I get my blogging done here at work.

So what have I been up to?

Wednseday, did a half a day at the office because I was off to one of the greatest things ever invented, day baseball. Sitting in the sun, not being at work and watching baseball that is a tough hand to beat. The day was made so much nicer with the Twins losing, the Sox snapping out of their truly offensive offensive slump, and seeing Freddy Garcia dealing. Damn you Adam Kennedy. Thanks for ending the perfect game bid in the 8th with 2 outs! I was four outs away from being the third Boski to witness a no hitter. But I did achieve something during the game that I have never done in all the years I have gone to baseball games, which is about 120 or so games. No, it was not getting one of the Inflatable Usher Beaters (Large inflatable bat) and chasing the ushers around the rows. One day I will, one day. I finally caught a foul ball. As the years go by, I will re-tell it as me catching a Jim Thome wicked line drive. A ball hit so hard, that I caught three inning before he hit it and doing with one hand. All the while, saving a bus full of children. For which I got a 25 minutes standing O for it. But the truth is it was screaming line drive, but it hit two rows ahead of me. A gentleman in that row missed it and hit arm rest of his seat and just floated back right to me. Right over the head of a whinny kid. Who did not deserve the ball. It was so easy. The seat absorbed all the force (in fact the ball has a gouge in it), making it pillow soft to catch. Right now I am looking at that ball right now.

So after three hours in the sun, a 9-0 win, a couple of autographs, and the satisfaction on seeing the Sox trying to get back in to race. It was what days should be, seeing my team win, driving enjoying the nice weather. Driving with the windows down cranking the tunes. Tunes like this one (man I miss those guys). I was having such a good day that I stopped in on a old friend, my man Jonsey. Who we had not seeing in way too long. This time of the year the man busy since he the Head Coach at a JC. We caught him as he was finishing up practice and got a chance to do a little catch up. It was great to see him and see the hard work he has done coming to fruition. His program is getting an up grade in facilities, they have been getting better players and winning. So he going to be there awhile and build something. As the Biz Markee once mused in his song "The Vapors", "Damn it is good to see people up on it". I am going to try to get out and catch a couple of his games this years.

Yesterday on the other the hand was not. It was a good old fashion harp seal clubbing. I kind was not ready for a project that came down and for the first 4 hours yesterday was just waiting for the, "ah Boski, thanks for your time, but we are going to replace your with a wombat". Thankfully that did not happen. The rest of the day I was still playing catch up. So that kept you America and parts of Peru from getting the run-on sentences you have come to tolerate.

Well today is also about catch up. Catching up with you the bloggers. Also I need to do my football picks. Not a bad week last week. Check it out here. Yes, I am trying to flog more on my special brand of bizzaroness.

I have been busy, I will try to update tomorrow. Also got to get my picks for you.

I can be environmentally sound and be so freaking awesome at the same time.

I need me one of these.

I would feel so cool in this car, that I would be able to stall global warming for at least a little while.

I know silly, but hey what am I going to do.

Hello kids, I am back here just slaving away. I am tired this morning. Was up late. First it was catching the White Sox hold on and win a close one at the Big A. In a omen that I hope bodes well for the near future. Last night was the first time since May that they have won a game all season in which they have scored less than 4 runs. It was like it 2005 all over again.

After the game we hung out by the player exit. We did because, why the hell not. We weren't looking for them to sign anything, just wanted to see the players and how to say hello to the great former slugging lefthanded hitting DH now greatest first base coach in MLB . So after about 45 minutes, we saw a large number of plays roll out. As things were pettering out we decided to take off. We had thought about going over to the sports bar near the Stadium which players from team have to gone from time to time, but decided not to. We started out for the homestead when we spied Ozzie and most of the coaching staff jumping into a vehicle and heading off. The Better Half and I were trying to figure out where they went. Team Boski racked it's collective brains and we had nothing. That was until we got home. I pulled out the media guide and saw where they were staying. Which was not too far, so we headed over to check it out. When we arrived, we walked in saw about 8 players and a few coaches. So what did we do, we sat down, grabbed a couple of drinks and relaxed. We were not going to bother then. We just wanted to watch the White Sox in the wild. At no point was I going to go all Steve Irwin (god bless his dingo soul) and wrestle bench coach Tim Raines to the ground and yell, "crikey he's a ripper". It was just nice just chilling . I know it is strange but that is what I did last night and also why my wife kicks ass. She is the one who thought of it.

So all of that was so worth being up late.

get it's teeth knocked in, probably.

I got tickets for tonight's Sox/Angels. I have to travel up to Placentia to get the tickets. So I have some quality time on the freeways to look forward to. But I hope against hope that something will click with this team and it can start playing up to it's potential again. I know I sound like I am whinnying. Message received and understood. I know we won last year and I should be happy, but I sadly I want more. I want this team to stick around. I want people in the future talk about the Sox of the this era. I do not to see this team become another one hit wonder that goes back into hibernation for god knows how long.

I will see you nice folks tomorrow.

This weekend was the return of football, which was nice. But sadly the weekend ended not the way I wanted. I will not get into the details, but there are some family issues going on. I am not involved but it makes me incredibly angry and sad. So to keep myself from curling up under my desk I am going to try to just let it go for right now. This and the 9/11 stuff are not making for a good Monday.

The rest of the weekend was alright. Did some movie viewing finally saw Ed Wood. Loved it. Also watched a film called Bus 174 which was a great film but I am not going to Brazil anytime soon. And we also watched the orginal Lady Killer, which was alright. It did not bowl me over. And finally, watched SuperTroopers, maybe I was not in the mood, but I was expecting something more. I was also able to watch a ton of college football. Ran a couple of errands. Got to view some of the NFL. To which, I watched the Broncos shame themselves and soil the Edward Jones Dome carpet. Oh by the way the White Sox continue to tease me as they split a four game set with the Tribe. But through all this the saving grace was the time hanging out with my wife.

So thanks again for bearing with me. I will get back to the work of finding a way to reference Benjamin Harrison, a Mork and Mindy episode, the 77 Astro's, Rip Taylor and South Korea's Interior Ministry all in one entry.

I know that the title really should not fit the topic, but it is what is on my mind.

5 years ago I was running on a treadmill, pondering the Broncos win and what they were going to do with out McCaffery. When I noticed a picture of the World Trade Center. I turned the station on my headphones and listened to the reports of the first crash and people were trying to figure out what happened. Then I watched that second plane hit. I thought it was a small news plane buzzing about trying to get a shot of what happened. But I was wrong and as we all know things spiraled into madness.

I still think about what happened, I try not too. Not that I want to forget all those who perished and all those who went into the breech to try to help their fellow man. Or all the love and support that came from this nation and the world after what happened. All those people and moments of bravery, courage, sacrifice and compassion should never be forgotten. What I want to avoid is the actions the country took afterward. I feel that our government over the last 6 years has done us, and the world a great injustice. I could spend the rest of the month banging out my incoherent rants on how the government has lead us on a path that has made the world a more dangerous place. And how it wraps itself in this tragedy for political gain. I could go on and express my anger on all that has been done over the years, but I will save that for another time.

I do have a serious question for everyone, am I the only one who does not feel comfortable with calling today Patriot Day? To me it just has never sat right and probably will never sit right. I think today more of as Remembrance Day. Today should be a day to reflect on the loss and honor their passing. Also a chance to express our thanks to all those who endangered their own lives to help others. And to express gratitude to all those who opened their hearts to help those in need. Also honoring those who worked to try to clean things us and get us moving again. Today should not be a day to be jingoist. To me those who want us to be "Patriot's" are the one who let us down that day. That swipe was at those sitting in power, whose job it was to protect us. Maybe we should name the day "Firefighters and Police Day" to honor the actions of 9/11 and also all the others who risk their lives everyday to serve their communities. Just a thought.

Today I am going to take some time at the hospital's chapel and say a few prayers.

If I have offended anyone with my comments I would like to apologize. It was not my intention to do so.

I will try to get back to the nonsense.

That sums up this Friday. Just plugging along. Right now I am just waiting to get home and start the weekend and usher in the football watching. Like last night, which was nice. I had my Wahoo's Combo #2 and a Pacifico and after 30 minutes I was yelling at the TV just like it was mid-season.

That is the thing about football. I can get into almost any game. I find that harder with baseball at times. Sure with the White Sox, I can get focused, but any random game, not so much. Except maybe October baseball, that is an entirely different animal all together.

Got things to do this weekend, but I just don't know what they are at the moment. It could range from going up to LA County Fair to watching UCLA beat up on a starch (Rice). Maybe it will be work in the yard, or just a whole lot of nothing. I am leaving it to the four winds.

Was watching Kimmel after the game last night. The BH and I were catching up on some TV. It was from last week and Jimmy was talking to Tommy Lee. I was not particularly thrilled and uninterested in the interview, but Jimmy threw out a question to Tommy. Asking about Pam and Kid Rock wedding and where they were registered.

At that point I turned to the BH and said, "I have the feeling they registered at Spencer Gifts."

Thank you folks I am here all week.

Football, glorious football. (Don't give me that look, I told you there will still be sports here)

I am so ready for it. Last night drafted another fantasy team so I have now 3 teams to monitor. How am I going to get work done?

Tonight it is Fish at Steelers. The line is Pitt - 1.5

As much as I keep hearing about the Fins. I am still not sold on them yet. Tonight I see the Steelers doing enough to get a win. The emotion of opening night and seeing the banner will carry them.

Boski Bits of Info:

I think the Steelers need to get pressure on Culpepper early and rattle his cage. This is an O-Line that still has questions.

Pittsburgh will also need to keep Mc Michael in check, he is the one who I think will get the most out of having Dante throwing.

The Steelers will be in trouble if they can give Culpepper time.

The Pins want a shootout since the Steelers might not have enough O, without Big Ben and maybe Ward. So they will air it out, maybe no-huddle early and put Pittsburgh in a chase mode. Then batter them late with Brown.

The Steelers will lean on Parker heavily tonight. Which is why it is so important that Batch make some plays early in the passing game, to get that running game room. The secondary is the area that the Dolphins still have a lot to prove. So if they can keep 8 out of the box, advantage slides to the Steelers.

But then every sports talking head says the same thing.

So the score will be
Pittsburgh 20
Miami 17

Alright, I am out of here.

Oh so this is true we have been torturing er ... "Using alternative methods" to get info from suspected terrorist and doing outside of the U.S. Didn't the E.U. ask about this and we said "no that's not happening". Oh silly Boski, maybe it was done elsewhere> If it was not done in Europe so it's alright. Bullshit. Yeah sure Egypt is a great place to torture. It's the dry heat, makes it oh so tolerable. Don't get me started on the military tribunals issue. Which the Republicans want to push through again. Hey let the Constitution be damned. Look, a lot of these guys are bad dudes that are in captivity, but what do we become when we resort to methods we would not allow for ourselves. Well as long as we still have a Constitution. Which sadly reminds me of a joke I heard.

When Bush was being sworn in, they told him that one of his duties was to execute the Constitution he thought that he able allowed to execute it. I can almost hear him, "oh boy, execute something. I done did that real good like in Texas. I wonder what crime this horrible Constitution did. Must be bad bad stuff, oh look a butterfly...."

And finally another item that rankles me this day. As the Bush Administration gets it's PR machine revved up for November by exploiting 9/11. There was an item I missed, but not being a pundit I miss a lot. It seems that I had not been paying much attention to it, but it seems like this Path to 9/11 is a huge piece of shit that they are trying to pass off on the country. Great job Disney. I found info on it here. Take a look, read about it and do with the info what you want to do with it. (Thanks to Think Progress)

Mr. Bush, I do not think we are safer today than 5 years ago. So you sir and your vultures can go suck it.

Thanks for hanging with me today.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me a dollar. For I am here to buy a Caesar Salad not praise it.

Today, well late yesterday I have launched what will be the springboard to my demise. I know this may come as a shock, but I like sports. I know I was stunned myself to learn that. So I am decided to feel more self-important than I need to and create a new blog where it is all sports all the time. With the views and thoughts of someone who has asked for a restraining order on reality. So North America and parts of Finland I give you:

Boski's Blog O' Sports

It took me months to think of the name.

Oh you will still get many of my rants on sports here. If I didn't this blog would fit on a 3X5 card. Hell, the new blog may just be me copying from this blog to that one. I am going to give it a try and see what happens. I have always wanted to have a media empire, no matter who underwhelming it is.

Now excuse me I off for fondue with the Swedish Royal Family.

Yes, it is that time. Time for me to establish a new era in Fantasy football. An era where I reign supreme. Who am I kidding, all my planning will be out the door by round 3 when I take Bradlee Van Pelt. Ten minutes after making the pick I will realize Brad not even in the NFL right now. Tonight is my friends fantasy league. The other league I am in is a on Yahoo,which I am going to dominate in that one (only because I did not draft that team). So tomorrow we will see if I have hope for fantasy football glory, or will I be doing draft prep for 2007 at half time of Thursday's game. Never too early to prep for 4-10 season.

Sadly the newest vacation spot in Orange County has gone belly up.

Yesterday morning after my walk I did some watering in the back. Which was no problem. The only problem was I forgot to turn off the hose. So when we returned home, which was later than most nights since we had a HFH meeting, we found the newest Great Lake. It was big enough that a couple of Viking players asked if they could take a boat out.

So all day I had the water running. Which flooded part of the yard, destroyed a hose. Great nothing like wasting a ton of water on really hot day. That water was not going to be used for anything productive or anything. Also hopefully I have not done any damage to the foundation. I don't think so, but you never know.

Oh Silly Boski, Trix are for kids.

So I right now I am going to take ownership of the situation and do what is right. So I am blaming this all on the focus of my anger yesterday. In fact I am telling myself right now she came done and did this herself. There I feel better.

it was laborious.

That is how I will put how the weekend went. Friday night was alright as we had a couple of beers and wandered the streets of Orange. The Better Half and I survived a weekend up north. Let me say, we both enjoyed see Mrs. Boski's dad, Mrs. Boski's Aunt and her husband, seeing the some sights and seeing the Monet exhibit. Yes I said Monet, what of it. I also got a book on The art and architecture of Venice you want to make something of that? Most of you thought the only culture I have is what is growing in my gym bag.

What made my weekend tough? It was one thing and that was Mr. Better Half's wife. My god, she is a pain in the ass of biblical proportions. She drives me nuts and for my wife it is about 1000x's worse. I am surprised my wife did not go all Oz on her and just shiver. No court would have held her. This woman is beyond self-centered. I think she may even make Paris Hilton feel a little uncomfortable. It was just non stop blathering by her, about her, and for her. All freaking weekend she kept mentioning the same stupid things over and over . At one point after hearing about how she was robbed of her new Coach bag, which she only had $20 bucks, for the 8th time. I wanted to yell, "again with this, what is this on a test or something?". Sadly I did not. Also her sniping at Mr. Better Half about stupid shit. She has been married to the Better Half's Dad for 12 years now and she is still an asshole and she is getting worse. I will not get into the blow by blow of the whole weekend, but she was such an insufferable ass. This weekend may have been the only time I dreaded talking about baseball. She kept going on and on about the Marlins (long story) and other things and I just wanted to all stop. This woman was rude, inconsiderate, boorish and I will say morbidly retarded.

I have a bizarre question the audience. One of the days we went to visit more of Mrs. Boski's family. In their loving home in a town north of SF (I wish to protect the innocent). While we are talking she first announces that she had to miss her sewing class today,(Note: I have no problem with knitting, My mom does it, my wife and a reader of this blog) but then to say even if jokingly, (which I doubt she was) that she had to shed a tear to miss that to be here. WTF! If you wanted to stay home then stay the hell home beeeaatchhh! Then we sit down and are talking and she just whips out her knitting. Without even asking, sure it did not distract from the conversation, but still. The only thing that disrupted the conversation was crap spilling out of her pie hole. Then lastly before we eat, called her knitting coach to discuss something. Hello is our visit to these nice people interrupting something. On top of this, we were late because we had to stop at a factory outlet, to stop into a Coach store. The Coach store had moved. Thankfully for her I would have like re-enact the robbery. But she still had to go into Brooks brother and get a retarded madras jacket with bigger shoulder pads than the ones I wore for football. Hey Mrs. Bitchworth, the Carrington's called they want the shoulder pads back!

Then yesterday we went to go see the Monet exhibit in San Fran. And all she did was shit on everyone one parade. Bitching at us about getting out too late, which we were ready to go long before her lazy ass. Whinnying about getting back since she had a tutoring session moved up. Moaning about getting downtown so she could get back. Complaining about lunch and where we were going. Whinnying about how she was not told anything. The whole, "no body asked me" BS. Fuck you (please excuse the following folks) cunty cuntlestein, you knew what was on the agenda. If you had a problem then you could of said something. Oh, finally you are quiet. Then when it was time to part company on Sunday, when we got her to her location we tried to say goodbye and thanks. What does she do? She just gives a piss poor good bye, and stomps off. So to that I say fuck you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

The only time, other than visiting the BH's Aunt and her husband, that was really pleasant was when she was not around. The three of us would actually sit around in the evening and talk. We had some nice conversations about the state of the world and I did not make an ass out of myself. This woman is just a horrible person who can go suck it. I am sorry Mrs. Boski's dad, but I hate your wife. I will not say it to you or her, even though part of me should have. Sadly from this point, on we are not staying in that house, if that fucking Harpy is there. You can bank on that. We will suck it up and visit if we are in the area. But we will not be confined in the same location as her for more than a couple of hours. You are welcomed to visit us, but she is not staying in our home. If she tries I am getting a bebe gun and rock salt and going Red Dawn on the situation. WOLVERINES!!!!!!!!!

I know it looks like I am really mad, but up it a 1000% and you are my wife's level. It sucks because we like him and love visiting with him. So it makes this all a bit sad. That our future contact is going to be limited because of her.

It was so bad that I hardly noticed the Sox dropping two of three to the Royals and losing in 10 to the Red Sox. Boy oh boy a can hear a freefall a coming. Thank god football is back.

Man, sucks about the Crock Hunter. I loved the guy. I though his dimise would have been something like getting shot at a Thai brothel, or by a falling satellite. If this happened to him, then Steve O, you are so living on borrowed time sir. I know it seemed like he was just more of a caricature than a person, but the guy was someone who really cared about nature and the environment. I wish there were more like him that cared and go to lengths he did. He was a man who loved life and a man who lived it beyond the its limits. You thought all the times he should have been killed and nothing happened that he would have just lived forever. You will be missed Crock Hunter.

Thanks everyone for sitting through this one, and also sorry for the language and the run on sentences.

The last long weekend of the summer is upon us and I am slogging away to get to it. It will be a busy weekend for Team Boski. Tonight meeting a friend I worked with at Disney. Has it really been 10 years since I hung it up at the Mouse House? We heading over to Orange Street Fair. Just a great opportunity to drink on the streets of Orange with thousands of others.

Saturday we are heading up to see Mrs. Boski's dad and some of her family in the Bay Area. Should be good times. And if things break right I may be able to stop in and visit a good friend who up in the area.

Wait.

Hold on.

Can you smell it?

I know that smell, it FOOOTBALL Season. College games this weekend, which I am not really going to be able to see, but they will be on this I do know. Sure Baseball is heating up and as of right now the Sox are still in the hunt. But the last few time I have blogged that I thought good things would happen. Wham. Step on a rake and mutter like Sideshow Bob. So I am here to drop some negativity on them with the hopes of not been too crushed when the weekend is over.

I know I am very late to the party, but goddammit Steve Colbert. Why did you have to have all that Truthy goodness. First it was the Dana Carvey Show, the your breakout role as a caring and thoughtful educator on Strangers with Candy, then you continued to charm us with your hard hitting yet spritely journalistic skill on the Daily Show and now this. Great I am going to have to watch full time, are you happy? I need less shows not more to watch. I am only one man! Wait did I just say I needed less TV? When did I turn into a communist. But now this most likely get me sucked into watching the Daily Show as well. I know it is for my own good and I have been missing out on gold, but my Tivo only has 40 hours and I still have not finished making the Tivo Smokehouse to cure and smoke other programs on the Tivo. Mmmmm Tivo jerky.

The last few days I have found another part of my childhood. I know no one who reads this has ever heard of this guy, but as a kid I would listen to the Jim Healy radio show. My dad got me going on this and after listening to the old clips it made me think wistfully on those days. It was a half hour sports show, but it was a half hour of Jim Healy making fun of the pomposity that is sports. It was one man, some sports stories and a lot of sound bites. To me it made for hilarity.

Here are some of my favorite sound bites: (Warning kids, most of these are rated P, for profanity)

Choir Boy Tommy Lasorda speaking about David Kingman's 3 HR and 8 RBI performance .

The late Jerome Brown speaking before the 1987 Fiesta Bowl. Jerome lets you in on some interesting historical facts.

Sweet and gentile Tommy Lasorda response to San Diego Padre, one time winner of Topps Biggest bubble, and futility player Kurt Bevaqua statement that Lasorda had ordered his pitcher Tom Niedenfuer to hit a fellow Padre.

Hey Tommy you kiss your wife with that mouth. Tommy who do blame for all of this. Is it you or was it your former boss Al Campanis.

Beniot Benjamin gives his feelings about the fans.

Howard Cosell asking the question we all have about about this blog entry and the blog itself.

I will give the last word to the late Johnny Carson.

Okay thank you everyone for indulging me. Sorry I went Doctor Demento with the blog on you. Especially on something that none of you would have every heard.

Oh wait I have one last TV item. Loved Deadwood this season. It was interested finale, but I am sad to say I was disappointed about one thing. I am glad that open fighting did not breakout in the camp but I would have loved to seen the dwarf, who was handy with the knife. One of the rabble that Silas' buddy Hawkeye brought in to battle the Pinkertons. The one who made up the 1/2 of the 18 and 1/2 he could muster from his drunken stupor. Oh how I could envision him punching Hearst in the nuts and then climbing into Richarson's beard to escape. Again I am not a man of violence but that would have been funny, I am sorry.

Well as you can see I have labored long enough way from labor. So I am off everyone have a great weekend.

I do hate month-end work. The time when all the departments get off their asses and turn in their crap all at once, so all of us, low on the food chain slugs (my title is actually administrative plankton), can cram in it into the computer for them. You people need to do more of this during the month. You are all really cutting into my blogging time. How rude?

I have spent most of today getting my nose up close and personal with the old grind stone.

I will work hard to not work harder.

That's a promise!

Great, just what we needed. Two men, whose combined height is still may not meet the required height to ride most roller coasters, and with more money than god, team up. Seem like a power duo made in heaven, except they are both bat shit crazy. Sure Daniel Snyder is not a dumb business man, but I still think he got some crazy in him. As for Tom Cruise do I need to say anymore.

Right now all of this makes me think what would have happened if Joey had picked Dawson instead of Pacey. Great job Pacey, great freaking job. You let her get captured by the dangerous version of a Comicon Convention. . . errrr I mean Scientology.

What projects and ideas can we expect from them?

The Redskins drop their moniker and take up Thetans. If that does not test well, then they will be called the Suri's, for that mythical creature which has yet to be seen by humans.

Mission Impossible IV - Washington Avoid Salary Cap Hell!

Jerry Maguire II - The Owners Strike Back!

Maybe together they will be able to finally ride all those roller coaster that Dan owns.

and so on and so on.


Right now I can already picture Cruise and Snyder yelling at each other at their first meeting,

"No, I am Napoleon!'

"How can you be Napoleon, when we all know I am Napoleon."

I do so hope this ends in flames, the Great Chicago Fire kind of flames, for both of them.

but this made me feel better.

Raiders sign Jeff George.

Holy crap is it April 1st already.

Oh Al thanks for the laughs.

So it a now the one year anniversary of Katrina and it looks like things still suck. I just shake my head and think how things in Beirut and Southern Lebanon will get rebuilt quicker and better than things in New Orleans. I am in no way a supporter of Hezbollah, it mission, and how it wants to achieve it goals. But it makes me crazy that it seem that they are better organized for rebuilding of Lebanon then the US has for the Gulf (Yes I know two different situations, but we are talking about the displacement of many). Hearing about Hezbollah members out immediately after the cease fire and getting cash in the hands to those displaced and trying to work on clearing rubble. Sure the money is from Iran and Syria. Again a-holes who I am not found of, and in that I mean the governments not the people to help entrench them into Lebanon and that it will make the possibilities of another conflict greater. But how can a terrorist organization be better organized than this country? Mr. Bush please answer me that. How can we have a major metropolitan area and a large areas in the Gulf region with people still living in tents, with unreliable utilities and and areas that are still uninhabitible. That is simply inexcusable. Yes I know the mess made by Katrina would not be cleaned up in a weekend, but what has happened, or lack of what happened is just wrong.

But then it makes me think why do we allow ourselves to let the government disappoint us. We live in a country that seem more interesting in Gary Numan . . . er I mean Jon Mark Karr, than what is going on in this country and the world. Who surprise, surprise is innocent. His only crime is that he is bat shit crazy.

And if that is what people are more interested in, then we get what deserve.

My weekend was not a total loss. In fact I had a very enjoyable Saturday. The Better Half and I decided to go out and enjoy our surroundings. We ventured out of the lair around 11. We decided since it was such a gorgeous day we would drive down PCH to Crystal Cove.



We tried to grab lunch at a place on the water, but since it was going to be a two hour wait we went here.



It looked a lot nicer than the photo shows. We ate lunch and looked out over the water. Afterwards we cruised up to another beach and sat and watched the beauty that is summer here in Orange County.

Then after baking in the sun for a little bit. Headed back to home and rested. But around 6:00 we realized we still needed a little more, so we went down to Fashion Island, or Fascist Island depended on who you talk to. We walked around and enjoyed a great sunset. It was just so pleasant and relaxing. It was only later the evening was ruined when I watched the Sox lose. Boski, sports will be the death of you.

The rest of the weekend was nice outside of the White Sox. Okay everything was alright except for my allergy/cold that hit me yesterday. A couple of times I wanted to crack my head open with the hopes of clearing my sinus passages. It is never a good sign when your head is clogged up to the point where you feel it in your teeth. I am feeling much better today thankfully.

Seriously, people in Iowa do not need to see a University of Texas game from their homes. Holy Jeez!

(Thank to Deadspin)

So Boski how did the Sox do this weekend.

CRASH! (Boski punches the one who queries)

Did you really need to ask. My thoughts on Friday and Saturday's performances to could be summed up better in the 30 minutes profanity laced tirade that ragged in my mind on both nights. But since this is a family program I will say it sucked more ass than lake in Minnesota. Again moving the Twins back up my list of things I hate with a passion. Readers of the Blog of Fun know my views on the Twins.

It was a cornucopia of pain, shame, brief hope, anger, grief, emptiness and a lots of profanity.

Blowing a 4 run lead at home.
Giving up a unearned run in 9th so making Dye's HR only tie the game and not win it.
Starters and relievers not getting outs when they needed them.
Hitting into way too many DP's .
Poor D.

I could go on and on. I was felt too hollowed out from the previous two games to feel good about Buerhle actually pitching well and them beating the Twins.

Instead of being 3 1/2 or even 1 1/2 games up on the Twins, and being closer to the Tigers. We are 1/2 behind the Twins and 5 1/2 behind the Tigers. So I am now dangerously close to panic and quitting mode.

thought about what would have happened if Lewis and Clark had been able to take their trip using either of the following

Big Wheels



or a Kick N' GO's




Just me then?

If you have the third pick in a Fantasy football draft. Who do you take:

Brooks Bollinger

Ki-Jana Carter

Curtis "You all have" Ennis "envy"

Ryan Leaf

or

Jeff George

I can't lose with any of those right?

Speaking of Fantasy Football. Saturday I will have my team selected for the another draft in. A league of some of the most powerful bloggers in the Western Hemisphere. Sadly I will be out when the draft is going on, but that will not keep me from dominating. I will be killing it so much, it will look like I am losing each week by huge margins. You hear me Eric, Kevin and the Rattler. Anything below 3rd place is mine!!!!!

(Another chapter in the bizzaro world of Boski)

That is what I had to sadly say to my favorite pair of khaki shorts. I have had these shorts forever. At one point I was expecting to buried with them. But now it looks like I will have to give them a proper Viking funeral this Winter.

Sail on to Valhalla little one, sail on.

These shorts are one of the best things ever created by those magic elves at J.Crew. Sadly since my time machine is still on the fritz I can't go back to when I ordered them and get more. These shorts at first were neglected by me for the first couple of years. Slowly they worked their way into the rotation until they became the Alpha shorts. They were so perfect for me. It allowed me to go between looking like a derelict and not so derelictish. Sure they are a magnet for stains, but damnit I still loved them. Hell I remember one day I saw a packet of ketchup try to break into drawer where I was keeping the shorts.

But I am funny about shorts. Hey Boski there are khaki shorts everywhere, what you have a problem going to store or something?

No, well other than being easily distracted by shiny object, the problem is that there are decent shorts out there, but the shorts I loved where of the draw string variety. The ones that come close either need a belt. Which goes against my nature. Not that I disapprove of belts, in fact I am wearing one right now. But my problem is when I am wearing a t-shirt with shorts I think a belt is just feels wrong. So no collar, no belt, when it comes to shorts. Also the other problem I run into is if the shorts are draw string, they are way too long. I am not a tall man having the long shorts just does not work. Lastly they don't sell them for a nickel (okay I will go a dollar but that is it). Shorts should not be the same cost as pants. They are half pants for cheese sake. What am I asking for too much? Knowing me, probably.

Hey kids. It is just another lazy Thursday afternoon. Busy, but I am very bored. These reports are all running together. So I need to take a break and ramble about the ramblelable(????).

Why do they have to hate on Pluto? I really hate to see planets get outsourced. Why does Pluto lose it's job and our President who not as bright as Disney's Pluto has his job?

Speaking of bat shit crazy, how about George's press conference this week. How did you get through that without being hit by lightning or having your pants being set on fire. Seriously two more years of you? We are so screwed. The only person more agitated then you were that day was my local NPR affiliate. They were panicking since you had this news conference during pledge drive. They were not pleased.


Oh a human interest story, something smells. Oh it from the BS. (thanks to Attytood)

Excuse me Rush, you spilt some BBQ sauce on your hood.


In sports.

The White Sox thrash the kitties. Still out of first by a bit, but they kept themselves from being buried.

I think it would be safe to say that the Royals should just call it quits. After last night, I just wonder what keeps them from setting the place on fire so it can collect on the insurance.

Another Joey that is having a bad year.

Chelsea loses. YEAH! Reds on top of the fixture, double YEAH!

Well I had more but I got to run.

So here I am sitting in my cube on a Thursday hankering for an 80's car chase. What better than one of the best one from one of my favorite movies.

Damn Gil Grisson you need to switch to decaf.

Sadly, I must say no. I have no clue where they are. About an hour ago a had a fleeting idea about musical based on the video game Defender. The only person I had cast for this production in my personal theater of the bizarre was Christopher Walken. I would cast him in the role of the Hyperspace button. Since the dude is so random it makes complete sense, and since when has he ever turned down a gig for a check.

Why?

This guy is making me feel bad for someone taking a shot at Steinbrenner and A-Rod.

(Boski shivers)

I read this and thought where in the hell does this guy get off berating either of them. Hey I am for those who have helping those without, but come on sir, you sound like such an asshat.

Also nice freaking mouths on these kids.

It may come as a shock to you but I love baseball and I loved playing Little League. Well accept for the one year I played for two real assholes and got only 3 hits and was thrown out at first on a hit to right field. Sure I really sucked, but I loved playing, but that year they tired to kill that love and they almost succeeded . Thankfully I didn't and I ended up enjoying my two best years(.345 and .460 no dingers). Sure I was a little older than most of the kids I played against, and I only played 1 game at the Senior Major level, but it was nice to be able to complete at a level where I was not out of my depth. I still played and had a good time. Okay except for my very last game.

Up by one, bottom of the last inning, 2nd and 3rd, two out. Ground ball to the Third baseman who throws to first, but his throw was off and up the line. He was always doing that, but he played third because I could dig those out. Man that was the only thing I could do well and that was pick it at first. Now I was up about 8 feet from the bag on the foul line, yes the throw was that off. So instead of going back to the bag. I was close enough to tag the runner. Which I did and if I didn't the runner went out of the base line, either way game over. But the ump obviously had is head elsewhere. Runner safe. Runner on third broke had scored and now the runner from second made a break. As I was trying to plead my case for home he broke. I was 80 feet from home plate and made a perfect throw home. Only if I was standing in right field and home plate was about 200 feet away. Next thing I know the ball is hitting the backstop about 35 feet up. Game over Boski's team loses. I should have known that was going to happen. I played for the Cubs. But then I haven't thought about it too many time over the years as you can tell by my hazy recollection.

Enough about me, the short of it is that we have f'ed things up for kids playing sports. It is not longer about the kids learning to play, or even learning about winning or losing. It is about some parents living through their kids or even worse some parents managing like they are the next coming of John McGraw. Hey if it is in the rules fine, but use your head. Pitching around kids at 9 - 10 year old kid to get to the one who has cancer just does not sit right. I do not want to here the whole you have to play to win and why is he there if he can't compete. No at this age, let the kids settle the game. If it is not on the Vegas line or a scholarship involved then just ease up on the kids.

Okay you have all suffered enough of my nonsense.

Another ho-hum day here in the Kingdom of Boski.

Had a decent weekend. Other than those f'ing Twins it was good.

Had a great time Friday night watching Jarred Weaver beat a AAA team. If the M's are going to play this bad can they at least go back to the old White/Blue/Gold uni's with the trident caps. It was nice hanging with the King of the Desert Hooligans and having over priced brews ($8 for a Harp, Boski scratches head).

Saturday we made it out to Long Beach to check out a Hawaiian Festival. The wife and I love kitsch Hawaiian items and carved tiki's. We have a shelf of mugs and other tiki items like the tiki outside our front door (with our adorable stalker perched on top).



We found a couple of things and we may add a tiki fountain to the back yard. One day, the house may become like the Tiki Room, but this time I will not feel too guilty taking a nap or taking a long break.

After that we grabbed a nice lunch in Belmont Shore. We wandered around and then we gave a call to friends of ours who we had not seen forever. We were lucky to see them and take time to catch up. Since they very close to the birth of their first child. Which may have occurred by the time this entry has been typed.

Sunday, grabbed my brothers b-day gift, and headed to my Mom's. Enjoyed hanging out with the family. Enjoyed a nice meal, and I enjoyed being ran around by my nephew. Who always grabs his Uncle Boski and has him jump through hoops for him, which I never mind doing.

to removing my nose from my head.

I do not know what has my allergies all up in a tizzy this morning. What ever it is may it smiteted(????). I am hoping that is just my allergies. Since I am in no mood for a summer cold.

My nose has been sprinting all day, not running, sprinting. It just clocked a 4.4 40 and now I have a couple of NFL scouts milling around my cube.

My god this sucks. I will also tell you what else sucks. When you get up in the morning and have a sneezing fit that goes about 30 seconds straight, multiple times. Or another one of my favorites, when you sneeze it hurts. Nothing more pleasant like shooting pain in your back and up your arms to get the day going.

Right now I am a mess. Nothing better than having multiple people in the same day telling you that you have a pieces of tissue on your face. I bet I look really classy. Hey who is the hobo in the cube?

This morning is another reason why I need health coverage. So I can get back to scoring that good allergy stuff like Flonase. So I can be just like Ricky Smith snorting nasal spray.

Well kids, it has been a week. I am off to a night of baseball, at the Big A. I must give thanks to the King of the Desert Hooligans. Speaking of baseball the Sox have to win tonight. I will find it hard to swallow losing to a guy named Boof. Come on guys, big road trip, lets start it off right.

The rest of Boski's weekend shapes up

Tomorrow checking out a Hawaiian festival in Long Beach and seeing some friends.

Sunday in P-town for my oldest brothers B-day at the show palace of the Placentia Riviera, Casa de Mom.

So I am out of here. If you are sticking around there are popsicles in the freezer. Have at them.

Junior Seau is a certain Hall of Famer linebacker. As a Denver Bronco Fan and a UCLA Bruin fan Junior has been a pain in the ass for way too many years. Don't get me wrong. I do not hate the guy and I respect the hell out the guy. He seems to a real stand up guy off the field. Oh but how I hate him as player. Too many times he made plays I wish he didn't. Even this week when I thought he was through he was showed up once again. This time interrupting a Training Camp preview of the Broncos I Tivo'd. They break away from the program to show Junior running around his press conference announcing his retirement. Damn you Junior, damn you.

Which leads me to the knock on Junior. The book on him was that he could be too active and overpursue. I watched his press conference and sure enough I watched him stomp around and overpursue the podium during it.

Now it looks like he has overran his retirement to the point he is now playing again.

Junior, just stop it. Stop it right now.

I saw this article taking about how things like fantasy football is costing billions.

They say they are losing billions for people taking 10 to 15 minutes of work time for their fantasy football. Well I have a problem with the article. The problem is that I am not spending enough time at work working on my teams. My god I have not won a league in years. Why? I will tell you why. It is work, it is getting in the way of me being a better fantasy sports player.

Thanks work, thanks for nothing. Jerk!

Snakes on a Plane.

Last night, Team Boski left it's stately Coastal Table compound and headed out to catch the 10 o'clock showing of the cultural juggernaut hitting the nation. We grabbed our seats and watched as the theater filled. I realized that I should be worried. Worried by the fact that we looked like the only ones who could legally buy booze. Thankfully we would not be asked to. Apparently some of the kids came prepared. About 5 minutes into the trailer heard the lovely sound of a large bottle falling out of a bag and hit the ground. Hey, way to show initiative. And they saw kids today are not motivated.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I want to say that at midnight after viewing the film that

My wife loved it even more. I know this movie is silly. Sure the plot had more holes than some of Dick Cheney's hunting buddies after old Darth is lubed up on the drink. And sure the plot was thin to the point where Nicole Richie thought it could use a sandwich, but it freaking delivered the campy goods.

God bless you Samuel L. Jackson and god bless those motherf'ing snakes on that motherf'ing plane!

Sorry to steal from Victor Kiam, but holy crap!

I do hope that I will be entertained by this film, as much as I was after watching this clip.

Team Boski has opted to believe the hype. So by midnight tonight the both of us will "have had it with these motherf'ing snakes on the motherf'ing airplane!"

I agree Samuel, that is the best f'ing clip EVER!

I am back. Sorry to get all sappy on you, but that what was going on with me yesterday.

Hello kids, your Uncle Boski has been off work today. I told them I was ill, but I had to take care of a personal matter. I love August and I hate August. August is great, in that it is still summer. You have the pennant chases heating up and football starting. August is also the month that I met my future wife. But August also sucks because I remember it being hot and slaving away on Big Thunder Mountain or Jungle Cruise (sure it was fun, but sweaty guest and warm costumes is not fun). It was also a time during high school when two-a-days would begin, and I would start my four and half month job as a tackling dummy. But the thing that makes me dislike August is that it is the month my father passed away. Just like Elvis and Babe Ruth my father died on August 16th. I know it has been 13 years but it is still eats at me. I know silly. So just like St. Patrick's Day, Fathers Day and right before Christmas. I go up and visit with him. I just feel so clam sitting there.

But today I sat down and wrote my day a letter.

Here is the cliff note version:

Hey Pops,

It's me again. I still miss you, even after all this time. I know there is nothing I can do about that, but I still feel this way. I just regret that there have been moments I really would have loved sharing with you. I know that you are always with me and the rest of the family, but still there are moments I wish you could have been there. Things like meeting Mrs. Boski. I know she would have loved meeting you. Things like my wedding and when I graduated. I know you would have had fun there, it was not as entertaining as my last football banquet. Even silly things like when the Broncos and White Sox won. I know that the rest of the family feels the same about moments they would have loved to shared. But now I am also realizing that I miss you for moments that I originally felt glad that you were not around to see me. Seeing me when I messed up. Because you were also there for all of us when we screwed up. I know right now I not where I want to be in my life. I have kind of just floated around with out much direction. The past few years I have become increasingly more angry at myself. I see that I have wasted way too much of my life doing that. I am now realizing the how and why I am at this point and I trying to work on making myself get over those hangups and trying to be happy. I want to be able to have you and Mom both be at peace that you did a great job with me. That you don't have to worry any more. That I am my own man.

Speaking of mom, I hope you do not mind that we are going to try to keep here for a while. I know you must be so proud of all that she has done over the past few years. As we say about her," you can't stop her, you can only hope to contain her". She is a outstanding grandma, which is another thing I miss. I think you would have been a fantastic grandfather yourself.

I know you probably would tell me that I did not have to come here today. That I should just think of the times we had. I know for me I feel peace sitting here with you. I can focus and in the world we are living today. It was good to get away from everything and have a little quiet.

Well Dad, I have to get going the 405 is handful even during the day. I will be back before Christmas, but I know you are always around. Please let all the family and friends who are there I said hello. So again thank you Dad for everything. I was very lucky to have you for the time I did. You were a great father, teacher, coach and friend. We all miss you and love you.

Your son,

Boski.

(I had to write this on the fly so I am sorry if it not totally correct. I will try to tweak it before I go on a exhibition football jag. Thanks to all of you, you have all have been a great audience)

How could she!

Ooooohhhh! Wait a second. I saw that wrong.




Sorry about that. That is just her kicking The Blunt Crows. . . er I mean Black Crows singer, Chris Robinson to the curb. (Best Week Ever)

As you can see it was a honest mistake.

That was the Boski weekend. Well almost everything. Lesotho, oh that. Well we were contacted a couple of weeks back about the possibility of leading a group their over Christmas vacation. Well I am not sure if it would have been both of you, but it is no matter it got nixed. I thought about it and leading a group of high school kids I do not know to Lesotho made me have to take pause.

Friday night after I blew out of the office. The wife and I went to Chick's Sport Good Tent Sale, which used to be Christmas and my Birthday rolled into one. It was the time they cleared out all their old stuff and where I could restock my supply of T-shirt and hats. Over the years I have realized that I can not show up to most jobs dressed in the latest Denver Bronco T and shorts. I tired it does not go over well. But I still go. I only found a couple of things of interest.

Saturday after the great bagel fiasco got my dome sheered. Then decided I need to waste four bucks on another pair of eye glasses. The over/under is 6 months on this pair. So after finishing the required task of the day we retreated to the domicile made popcorn and the wife broke out Lost Boys on VHS. She had an 80's fix. Man after watching it made me sad that Grandpa is dead the Corey's still walk the earth. Where is the justice?

Sunday was off to the waterpark with my nephew. He had done well in school, and this was his report card prize. He was nice enough to ask if his Uncle and Aunt Boski could join him. So we did. So we met my brother-in-law and my oldest sister in Irvine. We again returned to Wild Rivers, just like last summer. Why not, it won't be around much longer. Which sucks because along with it they are going to get rid of Irvine Meadows. Now that really limits where you can see a concert in the O.C. Had a splashingly goof time at the waterpark. Other than being way too white and having god awful physique. I only got burnt on the top of my feet. So everywhere I walk I will be reminded that I forgot to reapply sunscreen, but at least are not as white as they have been:



After having a seven year old run us ragged. We went back picked up my mom, my other sister and my youngest nephew and went out and enjoyed dinner. I know it was at an Islands, but it was one of the best meals I have had. Not because of the food but it was more about the setting. I say this because it was a gorgeous summer evening, relaxing and laughing with my family. That and knowing that the Sox won (I still would have had fun, but damnit nothing makes a summer weekend like having your team win, the same can be said in the fall with football). The only thing missing where my brothers and my sister-in-law. I was just so happy to be sitting there relaxing with the people I love. It made me realize that maybe just maybe my happiness is not tied to what work I do. That maybe having time for the people and things I love is what I enjoy. I am still going to try to find my niche in the world. I am still going to try to work hard to get there, but I am not going to let a job kill me. Maybe punish me, since I need health coverage, but not kill me. And if that means working a job that I can tolerate so I can have more opportunities that have times like this, then so be it. If I am not going to be in the Forbes 500 then tough.

To help chase the cats out the Cell.

The Sox still have a ways to go, but it is hell of lot better than being 10 back. Yes Detroit you hear steps. Still off in the distance, but they come toward you and not away.

Gentlemen you are picking a good time to realize that the AL Central is not over yet. Keep it up.

See starters you give 6 innings and the pen will get you home. Live it, learn it, love it.

But now the Constitutional Monarchs roll into town. Please do not allow them to sucker punch you. This team always is ready to play us. Beat on them early and often. Even if we fall behind keep battling because they have a bullpen that Billy Koch would have been an upgrade.

War Calton Fisk! War Bobby Thigpen.

Hi.

My name is Boski and I was in you establishment on Saturday, with my wife. I just have one question.

Are you cretins that dumb, or where all you baking on something before work?

How did you guys manage to really screw up our order, and then take so long to actually get it to us?

But then we were such assholes for order a bagel burger plain. Obviously I must of not read the menu completely where it states that the staff is incapable of doing an order right. Why is it when getting something plain at an establishment that is like you are asking them to split a freaking atom.

But hey I really didn't need to have that half and hour any way.

WTF are you doing people!

You had four people back there working on orders, to which you were able to get other people orders out, but it took 10 minutes to get ours wrong the first time, then 20 more minutes to actually get it right!!!! Holy crap, FEMA called and they are asking you to speed things up.

Man you assclams angered me to the point where I could not really get mad at the TV. They had MSNBC on. It was announcing that the US had pressured the British to arrest the plotters before the British were ready. Oh sure these are not a very savior lot, and they were getting closer to attempting their attack. But thanks to this stunt we may have prevented a shot at a major break. Freaking great! This now cements to me, in my humble opinion that this was all about the White House (cue scary music) trying to stoke up the fear, and scare people into forgetting about how bad this administration's and it over zealous supporters have lead this country into a LaBrea tarpit of crappiness.

Okay I have to focus. This is about the bagel not the bozo.

So where was I?

Oh, I remember now.

I loved seeing all of you employees running back and forth with no freaking clue.

Also I loved during our bagel ordeal seeing one of your crack staff, who I think may have been a hobbit, take a call on her cell phone. While wearing her sanitary gloves working on the food.

You idiots probably didn't even spit in our food. Hell if you are going to screw up don't be so half assed about!

Bagel Me! Huntington Beach you can go "Suck It"!

Love Boski

A busy day for Boski. Just slaving for the man. So what do I have for you:

Maurice Clarrett in big trouble.(Deadspin) The rumor I hear is that he was going to a fantasy football draft. Wow that is and really freaking tough league! But his bail is set at 5 Million. Man, if he did this while he was still at Ohio State. He would have that cash. I 'm just saying!

Thanks again A-Rod to you and the other Yanks who decieded to have a couple of Keystone Kop moments last night during the 2nd Inning. That game was low on style point, but it is a win for the White Sox. One more note about the Yanks. Is is me or will the Red Sox and Yankees be playing about 34 games in the next 2 weeks. It going to be like watching ESPN classic which seem to show Yankee/Red Sox games every couple of hours (and yes I am envious of the coverage of both teams, sue me) But the Sox now get the Tigers and they need to do well to cut into their lead and try to stay on top of the Wild Card heap.

It looks like some of my feeling about yesterday were not totally off. It could have been an honest mistake, but I doubt that. I am surprised they had the time to do that since they were so busy patting themselves on the back for something they had no part of. That was the work of MI-5 and MI-6. Hey speaking of Homeland Security what is up with this. I would like to take the time to apologize to anyone who was apart of the Hee Haw show for comparing our leader to your show. That was totally unfair. It is more like a hybrid of Punk'd and Chaotic, but with a lot less laughs and way less direction.

Everyone please have a great weekend. I am off to the Chicks' Sports Goods Tent Sale.

about what people think of my music on my I-pod? When it come to music I can be very bland and very out there. I have some stuff I am proud of, and I also know I have some questionable selections. Okay not Britney Spears or Green Day bad, but I have some stuff on there that to paraphrase from the great film Valley Girl,

"It's gutless and has no soul".

I probably shouldn't care, but I so want to be in with the cool kids.

It is a little after 11 and I feel shot. I had some caffeine but I am still lagging like out president trying to do a word problem. Any hopes for a peaceful nights rest were dashed at 2:30 freaking AM, but our reprobate of an assclam who lives behind us kept us up. Note to you sir. It is not a good idea to be out in your backyard, at that hour, with your boys. Drinking and being loud. Some of us actually have to work. I know that is a totally foreign concept to you and Federlinesque life style. Hey you live at home, you will be done matriculating through community college in about 6 more years. And your Mom works nights, so it is party time bro!

I swear to god that one of these nights I am going to come over there with some scarier than the cops. I will bring over a job application. That should scare you shitless. So I hope you have a really shitty hangover when you wake up this afternoon, you big pile of festering meat.

It is things like this I tell my wife that when we build up. We are putting in a turret so I can launch boiling pitch or dog crap what ever is at hand, at my foes.

With that and my beloved White Sox losing to the Yankees after spotting them 7 runs and almost coming back are not making things easier.

It could be worse, I could be trying to flying out of Heathrow. Our working at W.H. Smiths at Terminal 1. Yikes!

Okay hearing that was chilling. I am going to not going on too long of a Dennis Miller rant, well Dennis Miller rant before he died and some jackass took up his identity.

I am very relieved that this plot was foiled and that there are people out there working to keep things like this from happening. I would feel a lot better if I felt we were really doing everything we could to prevent an attack and work on the issues that are causing the attacks. But thanks to this administration and my complete and total lack of trust and faith in them all I could think of is that this was:

How convenient for the President and the World War III enthusiast's to have this happen before November. You got to start scaring people before those elections. Also, I love that when ever possible they throw in Al-Qaida as a link. But haven't we supposedly weakened them. Oh silly me, we are still looking for Osama. Screw him they have that pesky Constitution to fight first.

Even with technology, how in the hell can our President take the time to be on "vacation" right now. Sure he or his handlers are in contact with world leaders, but it seems to me that symbolically this shows the world that our leader does not give a shit. He can take the time to have dinner with American Idol contestant but will not take the time to really step in and do more to try to end the fighting in Lebanon and maintain security for Israel. Don't even get me going on what is going on further east. But then I am asking way too much Mr. Bush. I just wish that you stop running this country like a freaking Hee Haw episode.

Lastly, I heard someone say that this latest scare will be a boon to the airlines, who now be able to charge you way too much for a glass a water. Hey overbookings, fuel hikes, massive delays, terrorist threats, $5 dollar water and now Snakes on a Plane! Hell, I want to get on a flight right now.

Suck it!

So here is. The new commissioner of the NFL, Roger Goodell.



Sure he's got a great resume, and he has worked his way up the ranks. So he is more than quilifed to take the reigns of the most successful pro league.

But folks there is one serious problem with him.

I am not him.

Come on NFL you could had me for a song. I would have been a bitchin NFL Commish. Hey your loss. Good luck to you, and if you have second thoughts you have my number.

Speaking of numbers it looks like the Bengals are trying to do something about hooliganism in the stands. I wonder if this is going to apply to their players as well.(Check out Henry's rap sheet, thanks Dead Spin and the Cinny Enquirer) They may be over the bail cap by October. It is a sad day when the Raiders look at you with shame.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

White Sox 6 Yankees 5 in 11. YES!

Man I am getting too old for this shit.

Holy Jebus that was a rollercoaster ride last night.

Just when I thought that the Sox were going to float to the top of the fish tank, they dug deep and got a win they desperately needed. Although the Sox are 9 back and the Tigers, who are getting ready to print playoff tickets. The Sox still are in the hunt for the Wild Card (So Bud Selig is not a complete moron). Even though the tried their best to sabotage it.

Thank you Paulie, thank you for getting the crash cart out and hitting this team with about 220 on the paddles to get a heart beat. Holy shit Paulie, that one was right up their with Game 2 of World Series. And to do it against Rivera even better.

Thank you J.D. You delivered with the game winner. Way to fight down in the count.

Thank A-Rod, thanks for not selling out on the foul ball to allow J.D. another swing. Sure it was a tough play but your boy Jeter makes that play.

Thanks Tad for the hustle to get on in the 11th.

Thanks Thome for the good eye.

Thanks Johnny Damon, thank you for have the throwing arm of Jim Abbott, the right one of course.

Big thanks to you Bobby Jenks. You went out there and gave us 2 2/3 possibly season salvaging innings. Big man coming up big in the big spots.

A great win. I was drained after watching it. Now all of this does not mean a damn thing if we can not go out and win tomorrow and get something rolling.

War Harold Baines! War Winning Ugly!

My wife yesterday morning worked on solving a problem that has been plaguing us for the past few months. We have neighbors across the street who we are not the most fond of. No it is not because of the giant RV that is parked out front every other week. It is also not the boat that was out in front for a couple of weeks or seeing a car parked on their lawn for days. Or it is their devil children, who I have given the fun nickname "future tenants of the state correction facilities". They leave their crap out in the street and other peoples yard. WTF? The only thing these kids are missing is the Black Iron maiden shirts. Freaking little Hessians. I cringe at the thought that they start driving soon.

All of those items are a pain, but not the problem of most immediate concern. That problem is their dog. A dog that they feel comfortable letting out to run around the neighborhood. We have nothing against the dog. He is friendly dog. We know this since we met him running free a block from our home. He came upon us and being the concerned citizens we are we called the # on the tag. They took their sweet ass time to get him and they let us know, "oh it's alright, we let him run and he always comes back". Oh I see, it is so clear to me now. Since you say it's okay nothing could possibly happen to the dog, say like getting hit by a car. There also their are a lot of small kids around and that is worrisome. It seems the dog is very nice and is not aggressive, but you can never tell if it is out and comes a across a small child who is unattended (which is dumb, but it happens). A small child could get freaked out and scare the dog or do something to put the dog on the defensive. Next thing you know that dog has bitten a child and is looking at being destroyed. I know that is a big leap and I am not a vet, but that is just my opinion, from my very limited knowledge and experience.

But the problem that Team Boski had to deal with is one that get me steamed. That is when their dog takes a steaming crap on our lawn. This dog has been dropping gifts off all around the tract and that is not cool. Our message to our neighbors is, "if you can not control the dog why we should suffer?" Look I do not want this dog destroyed or shipped off, unless it can get to better owners. I just want those a-holes to keep an eye on the dog, for it's safety. But this morning after our walk. My wife had enough of this crap, literally and figuratively. So she sprung into action. She scooped the offending gift off our lawn and snuck over and placed it underneath one of their SUV's tires.

She made me so very proud.

Post script, when we returned home last evening the dog crap was now smeared on their drive way. I wonder how long it will be before they clean it up. My guess, weeks.

A round of applause to the Newark Bears and their latest promotion.

I hope Britney understands that she can be a force for good and turn some of this bad P.R. around. Maybe she take a page from he husband. He loves kids, loves them so much he is trying to mass produce them. Kevin is working hard to fight children smoking by trying to smoke as many of those death sticks he can. He also trying to fight childhood obesity by buying up as much Mountian Dew and Cheetos as he can, well at least to Brit find the credit card missing, again.

Look these two have so much to give the world with their stunning intelect. They are just Nobel Peace Prize winner just waiting to happen. Don't belive me. Just watch the tape. That is mad wisdom yo!

And I was one of those bastards watching it on Sunday. Yes the time is soon approaching for football and if the Sox have not gone belly up I will be very busy trying to focus on them and football. It damn near killed me, but so worth it and I would do it again.

But is also time for Fantasy Football. I have one team that I have had over the past 5 years and I have done poorly. My team is named "In Faud We Trust" for my undying respect for the first Kicker I ever had in a real roto league, Faud Rivez. In Faud We Trust has had a it's downs and downs. So this year I plan to try to break the curse and see what it is like on the nice side of .500 so I am changing my teams name.

"Are You There Faud? It's Me Boski"

I know it won't fit on a helmet but I think it will do the job.

As you can see if I could now draft players with the same skill I use to craft comedy I may have chance. But then I have seen some of my "comedy" and I could be looking at being winless.

Other weekend notes.

Saturday after watching Javy Vasquez do what the White Sox pay him to do. We shuffled down to Long Beach and took in the Pike. It is the entertainment complex in downtown Long Beach, by the Aquarium and the Convention Center. It was nice. Sure it is one of the new master planned fun centers, but it was not too bad.

I am glad they are doing more with that area. We forget that it is there and close to us, unlike spots in L.A. We met friends at an Irish Pub. It was for some gathering that we were just tagging along for. It was nothing earth shattering, but there were some people there at the event who were the types that you do not want to make the mistake of getting into a conversation with. The kind that usually ends with you having to say something like, "Oh look at the time, I have to go mail ham to the Mir Space Station." One of those characters was an Irish gentleman who does the Ren Fairs. Nothing wrong with that, but he brought his own pewter mug with him to drink with along with his laptop to show his pictures of the Ren Fair. The kind of person that makes me think, "maybe the British were not tough enough on Ireland." I know that is awful, but that is how I felt folks.

Sunday was a nice morning to grab some breakfast before trying to clean up part of the garage (which is a project that will be at least another 25 years before completion). We went to a place not too far from the compound. Had a wonderful breakfast, but I did have one problem. Why do people bring their hyper yip-yip rat dogs to a place with a lot of people and noise and leave the dog unattended. For about seven minutes this dog was going on and on at a very loud level. I told my wife that I would take the sound of a screaming baby to try to temper the dogs rantings. Look I love dogs, well real dogs not this rat dogs. Smallest dog I will take is a Schipperke that is it. Other than that you have to be the size of beagle or bigger to hang. Hey I am glad you are taking the time to be with your dog, but come on. The rest of us would like to enjoy our meals without hearing your dog go apeshit while you are getting your meal.

Yes, we have come to this. This is just so wrong.

What's next:

"Pnk slp 4U. LOL :)"

I have been loading up the old I-pod with stuff off CD's I made before the Day the Stolen Music died. I still get tear over that. Do you know how much work I put into stealing that music. But I was looking at the disks and I just wonder about my mental state.

Hating to the Oldies
Fred Sanford this is Your Life
What's Sappin'
DJ Boski and the Pakistani Beat Poets
Home James!
Vegan Cannibals of Borneo
Gravy - The breakfast of Lollygagers
Boski's British Holiday Vol's 1 and 2
F.D.I.C Insured
Herb-A-Life Took Your Baby
The Grizzly Adams Disco Hour

I am no fan of Fidel Castro and his track record, but I think he missed a golden comedy opportunity when he put his brother Raul in charge. I think he should have let Elian Gonzalez' be in charge. Oh wouldn't that have been a couple days of news nuttiness.

Just throwing it out there.

While I am throwing things out, I know that the government has "plan" if Cuba should have a political breakdown after Castro. I am curious to know what Major league Baseball plan is. I have a feeling that there are at least 16 teams with boats, planes and commandos ready at a moments notice, to find hard throwing left handers, or great middle infielders.


Remember folks here at the Blog of Fun we try to examine the items and reflect on their chortle political ramifications.

I would have something for you but I have been busy today and also tired. Team Boski was awoken at 4:30 AM this morning by our stalker:




I know he looks terrifying. You should see him try to bludgeon someone with his adorableness. It is our neighbor's cat who has made himself at home in our yard and tries to make himself at home in our house.

Even though he woke us up, I can't be mad at him. He is a great cat. I never seen a cat who loves being around people. But I do worry that one day I am going to be in my cube and he is going to show up.

I do wish they would pay me for blogging. I am doing as good of a job with this blog as Haliburton does with the money it gets and you could get me so much cheaper.

Been very busy with work today, so I do not have much of anything.