Hump Day

I was planning to go the gym today to pump iron and work on my beer keg abs. However my left shoulder is bugging the hell out of me. I think i got it from being hugged too much by the numbers, The Exec and TCG this weekend. In any case, I thought I should do something productive in lieu of the gym. In the end, I decided to blog instead.

Did anyone watch the State of the Union address? I missed it but did see part of the Republican rebuttal. I think the guy's name was Charlie Daniels. Mittens said Obama's speech was "detached from reality". That is rich, no pun intended. Mitt's reality is pulling in $60k a day in investment income while trying to pull off the regular guy look on the campaign trail.

Today The President and Arizona Governor Jan Brewer had a little chat. I think he needs to find a way to deport her. But I do appreciate that she respects the office of the president, much like I did during the Bush administration.

I'm Disappointed, You're Crazy

Kenny Williams, White Sox GM, is questioning the "culture of sports". So am I. His son Kyle, a 49er, had a bad day on the field yesterday. Subsequently, he received death threats. To anybody that would even consider such a thing, go put Super Bowls XVI, XIX, XXIII, XXIV, and XXIX on a endless loop on the big screen in your shack and stay the hell away from us humans.

Niners!

Jumping on the 49er bandwagon, the wife and I were stoked by Saturday's victory. One hell of a game, whoever your team is. I wonder if #1 can come up with a plausible explanation as to how his mediocre, non-playoff Cowboys managed to beat the Niners this year. We'll see. And now my team takes on the NY Giants, the team of my youth. We caught the Packers/Giants game at the Exec's house yesterday. He was making noises about having an NFC Championship get together at his place next week. We'll see if he comes through. If he does, I'll make a pile of my signature brisket for an early dinner. I am not expecting #1 to be invited.

After the Giant's game, the wife and I had a date night. We had a convivial dinner at the Presidio Social Club although, much like Lady Gaga, we are caught in a bad romance. SF's Dine About Town is on and brought us north. We were discussing this during the meal. We thought there was a paucity of high end restaurants participating, which we had recalled from years past. But that may be hooey as cognitive ability can diminish past age 45. Regardless, PSC offers good food in an inviting atmosphere, plus easy parking in the big city.

On the subject of urban chow, I got some snail mail from The Wolv recently, with the below article included. We like to go old school now and then and exchange an actual letter. But I was surprised that he was reading the WSJ. I thought he was more of a NY Post or NY Daily News kind of guy. He suggested I try to pull off an SF version. Yelp is alleging 391 pizza by the slice joints in the SF. That sounds like a retirement project. I'd like to move back after chucking the daily grind, but my wife is threatening to pack us off to Sonoma. A solid decade back in the city by the bay before I lapse into permanent geezerhood is preferred.

http://tinyurl.com/cdfafuh

SB1 headed back to DC for his final semester Saturday. My big boy intends to stick in DC afterward. I'm getting old. My girl has been diligently rehabbing and I hope to see her back on the court in a few months. I just wish she'd call me as much as she does her mom. I like girl talk as much as anybody. SB2 is still here pushing me around.

The FC boys are getting together for a walk this morning. I may be joining them. I just need to brace myself for a hug o rama first.

Crapulent

That is the DJ word of the day. Some of you may have been feeling this way during the recent holidays. Look it up people.

As mentioned in my last brief post, adherence to the SLA has been dicey of late. I'm sure that many of my readers are disappointed in me, much as my parents were. 2012 will be a better year.

The indoor pool at my posh club re-opened recently after some remodeling so I was able to take SB2 for some exercise. Since I'm out of practice, i forgot to take a spare diaper and the one he was wearing was, let's say, well used. So after the swim he had to go commando. As I dressed him, he knew something was amiss. "Hey Dad, you forgetting something?". So we meandered to the car with SB2 doing a hand check on his crotch periodically.

Speaking of the posh club, I went for a swim the other evening and encountered someone I've decided to name "iPad Boy". He was 11 or 12 years old, with a backpack barely hanging on, headphones in, engrossed in his iPad. The kid stopped to check FB in between the double doors at the entry to the locker room. Surprisingly, he sensed me behind him so he moved along. A minute later, I see the backpack dropped in the middle of the floor and the kid taking a leak at the urinal, both hands on the iPad. I hope he has good aim. This is what we are coming to, a society maladroit at negotiating hallways and sidewalks because we are so enraptured with our devices.

I just got back from a good walk with my buds #1, Exec and TCG. We're minor celebrities in Foster City so we chatted up a few folks at the Starbucks. I was telling them about an article I read yesterday stating that cognitive decline may begin as early as 45. But that's OK. My wife insists on keeping me around even though I've passed my expiration date, just like she insists on keeping those seven or eight bottles of salad dressing in the refrigerator.

http://tinyurl.com/7vf6dxg

SB1 has been around for a few weeks. The girl was only home for a few days but the older guy has been running up my grocery bill since late December. He had a beard for a while. He decided to shave it because of its reddish tinge. He can thank me for that. He's also inherited a bit of my sense of humor. He introduced me to this video. I'm too mature to truly enjoy it. Don't be a party pooper. Take a look.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjwofYhUJEM