Sports, sports, and more sports. The baseball finals are crazy. I’m transforming from a “Hang The Cheating Bastards” to “Go Astros.” No shit, in 2017 they cheated to win the World Series against my chosen favorite the LA Dodgers. I’m rooting for a return to a Dodgers/Astros World Series, but Atlanta and Tampa Bay have the momentum. I’m betting like crazy too with Draftkings. I’m losing but only a few dollars. Today I win big baby — every gamblers mantra.
So how did I become an Astros fan? Well, first of all: Donald Trump are you paying attention! All the leaders on that team are Latinx. The major language in the dugout is Spanish! It’s the face of today’s AMERICAN TEAM! Like the face of today’s AMERICA.
My second reason for becoming an Astros fan is Dusty Baker. WTF! How can you root agasint the guy who was on-deck to bat when Hank Aaron beat Babe Ruth’s record! You can’t. And the guy is 71! Maybe the last baseball bench manager to be older than me — at this time I’m in my sixth season of living.
Finally, my reason for now being an Astros fan is that they are the hometown team! That’s right. The World Series will be in Dallas (Arlington) this year and as you all know I’m a Dallas Guy. So, the Astros will be playing in their home games not in Houston Texas, but Dallas Texas. SO, THEY ARE OUR HOME TEAM. That’s right, leave it to the city with a football team — The Dallas Cowboys — who are in the North East division when they shouldn’t be, but because we’re Dallas, it makes sense.
In conclusion, the Houston Astros are the Dallas Astros and we finally have a team that can win the World Series for us! That’s how we do things in Dallas.
That’s right sports fan, Dallas can win a World Series without cheating, technically.
Sports are back and boy are they a’ plenty. Is this part of the Trump Plan to distract us from the election?… Ha! don’t be silly, we are talking “sports” and nothing transcends sports, nothing, not even Donald Trump MAGA hate. Sports is the great nullify if they’re ever was one (I think that made sense).
Things you would of heard had you been listening to me watch football recently.
“Get rid of it!… Gosh, why am I rooting for New York!”
“You call that a goalie? I’ll show you a goalie” — pulls out body part.
“The Raiders beat the Chiefs? Is it raining frogs?”
Just a few things I’ve said to the television set since the sports glut began. Go Dodgers, Go Raiders, Go Dancing Elves — my favorite Transgender Team.
And on a final note: they finally took away the racist term “Redskins” and left the Washington Football Team with it’s coolest name ever. That was it.
So I didn’t watch the vice-presidential debate last week because I’m afraid to look into the eyes of Satan without my Buddhist prayer book handy. However, I did read that there was a fly hanging around the demon.
Speaking of demons, when I was a kid living in the small northern city of Detroit, I was a Christian. I remember hearing the song “Fire” sung by Arthur Brown and thought: “That guy is going to hell.”
Well, did he? Let’s see:
No, he moved to Austin Texas in the 80’s and has lived happily-ever-after!
The Crazy World of Arthur Brown I am the god of hellfire and I bring youFire, I’ll take you to burn Fire, I’ll take you to learn I’ll see you burnYou fought hard and you saved and earned But all of it’s going to burn And your mind, your tiny mind You know you’ve really been so blind Now’s your time, burn your mind You’re falling far, too far behind Oh no, oh no, oh no! You’re gonna burnFire, to destroy all you’ve done Fire, to end all you’ve become I’ll feel you burnYou’ve been living like a little girl In the middle of your little world And your mind, your tiny mind You know you’ve really been so blind Now’s your time, burn your mind You’re falling far, too far behind…
So I’ve been hiding in the closet since Tuesday night, the night of the presidential debate between Donald J Trump and Joe Biden. It was a nightmare. I grew up in a dysfunctional house where my stepdad beat my mom. In the picture that I began today’s blog with you’ll see my mom on the left with her bruised face. So you see the reason for my emotional distress after watching Donald Trump verbally abuse everyone in the room at the debate. When I was a kid and my stepdad would hit mom I would hide in the closet for safety, since Tuesday’s debate I’ve been doing the same.
Sitting in that closet I had time to think about all the other presidential debates that have happened in my lifetime and the famous statements made:
“We can no longer afford to be second best…” JFK to Nixon in 1960.
“There you go again.” Ronald Reagan to Jimmy Carter in 1980.
“Will you shut up man?” Joe Biden to Donald Trump in 2020.
To top matters off yesterday Trump was medivac to the hospital with the virus he once said was a “Democrat ploy.” That’s not all he did that screams of Karma retribution. Trump has downplayed it since day one and refused to protect the country from its harms by saying things like “It will magically go away.”
Still, I wish Trump the best. This morning I chanted for his quick recovery along with wishing he would see the light and start acting out of love. I know it is in him. It’s in us all.