Listen To The Man With Lots Of Gas
That headline should have gotten your attention…now I’m going to explain so you can “get wind” of what it means. The guy who delivers the propane gas to our house came by today…he’s a big Yankees fan and we started talking about the 4-game losing streak, what’s going wrong, etc. And he says, “I don’t like losing 4 in a row, but I don’t understand why everybody’s getting on ’em. There’s too much pressure on this team to win every single night. It’s like nobody’s having fun.” No truer words have been spoken, nor truer gas delivered. I mean, doesn’t it seem like some Yankees fans live and die 162 times a year, almost to a horrible, gut-wrenching extent? That’s a rough way to live. Now, listen, I’m like you…I want to see the Yankees win…so does the Gas Guy…but everybody has to breathe a little bit…air, not gas. He noticed something I did from last night’s game…Top 9, right after Robbie Cano scored to make it 4-1…still 2 on, 0 out…Cano walks the length of the dugout talking and smiling, but when he notices the camera on him, the smile’s gone…almost as if his demeanor changed to say, “Sorry we’re still down by 3 and I’m enjoying the moment.” Don’t they need more positive vibes like that? Yeah, I know they get paid a lot of money to win, blah, blah, blah…but at the end of the day, they should still enjoy the game, enjoy a rally, enjoy a moment…and so should we…you, me, Gas Guy.
On a semi-related note, I’m eating black bean soup for dinner tonight….
Gotta Get Me Some of Those! I got home last night and was flipping around the tube when I came across an amazing commercial…for HD Vision Readers…they’re glasses that, I guess, magnify stuff a little bit but in amazing HD vision…all I know is, some really depressed looking people were trying them on, and the second they did….WOW! Huge smiles come across their faces and, apparently, all the misery in their lives is gone! BAM! Instant happy. Life should be that simple.
PS On The Black Bean Soup I noticed that while I was heating up my soup, I was standing in front of the microwave looking at it like it was TV…what the ???…does anybody else do that? I would turn around to watch the game in the YES kitchen, knowing there was still about a minute left, but I’d still turn back around to the microwave between pitches…Guess what, Bob? Still 50 seconds to go! 40! 30! 20! 10! 5! Soup’s on!