April 15, 2007

• Thursday night I walked into the bar to find out that Jt’s dad was waiting to talk to me. I was a little worried that he wanted to talk about the whole Jt situation, as I don’t know if he knows what happened between Jt and I, but I know that he knows that we don’t talk anymore. As it turned out, he was cleaning his garage and found an old Michael Jordan poster and he wanted to know if I wanted it. The funny part is that (I’m assuming that he did not call Jt) he gave it to me instead of his son. After all, he son lived there for 14 years, it realistically could have been his poster. When I mentioned it to Heather, she said that Jt’s devil girlfriend (ok, so she is his fiance now, the term devil fiance doesn’t have the same ring to it) probably would not let him have it. When I mentioned the poster to Mark and John, they both said the same thing as Heather, that maybe she wouldn’t let him have it. Geez, if things like this keep up, people are going to start to think that she might be controlling.

  Friday night was the big sister party for Addison. It was a small gathering of just family, although Amy’s parents had friends that came from Canada that were there too. I guess I should explain what a big sister party is. Amy read in a magazine an idea to have a big sister party for older sisters when the parents come home with a new baby, so that it makes the older sibling feel accepted still. Sure, Addison is only 20 months and she might not quite understand the whole concept, but what the hell, why not have a party. The twins slept most of the time, because, hey, that’s what newborns do. Addison doesn’t seem the least jealous of the new babies at all. In fact, she loves them, when we put them in her lap to take a picture she didn’t want to stop holding them. She is going to be a great big sister. She was even wearing a shirt that said “I’m the big sister.” Very cute.  We wound up staying until about 11ish.

  Last night, I played cards at Scott’s house. He was focused on making comments about the whole Don Imus situation, he kept repeating the now infamous comment that got Imus fired. I know that he was doing this just to piss me off. Although for the most part, I ignored his comments, choosing not to react to them, however one time I told him that he was racist. He tried to defend himself and I told him that if he didn’t want people to call him racist, he should probably stop talking like that. Yet, he continued on, soon he was calling me a “knappy headed ho”. I ignored it the whole time, what made it better was that nobody else paid attention to him either.

  Before I finish talking about last night. I should mention that Scott has always had this strap on dildo that he loves to pull out and be goofy with. Well, he found out last night that his wife threw it out. He got pissed off about it and his wife said it was “filthy and moldy from being everywhere, in the garage and other places” to which I finished up by saying “yeah, like Scott’s ass.” This brought laughter from everybody, except Scott, who chose to ignore it. I swear, he is a classic closet case.

  Today John and I went to the Cubs game. We left at about 11:30 and traffic was a breeze the whole way. Finding parking was, however, a different story. We used to always park at this one bowling ally a few blocks away, but that has since shut down. So, we were left with trying to find parking. I swear, its so damn over priced. Most places wanted $25-$40. The problem is that the only way to not be blocked in is to pay the higher amounts, which to me, was nuts. Finally we found one place that wanted $25 and we would not be blocked in. This really old man who walked very slowly with a cane would show us where to park. We drove behind him as he FUCKING CRAWLED down this ally, it was actually quite comical. What was not comical was that he wanted us to give him the key to the car. Yeah, I wasn’t to thrilled with that idea, even if he has been there since before the park was built in 1914. So, I drove off down the ally. As I drove off, I looked in the mirror to see him waiving at me and yelling. Heheheh, I’m a dick. I didn’t feel so bad because there was somebody else that drove in right behind me to take my place.

  We got into the park and John went straight for a hot dog. I was determined to check the prices on an authentic Cubs home jersey with no name on the back. I went into the Cubs shop inside the park, expecting them to be over priced. See, I have been looking for one for years, online and in the MLB catalog and they all either are over priced, have a name on the back or in most cases, are both. I was shocked to find one for only $89 and so I jumped right on it and bought it. As for the game itself, our seats were pretty good, in the upper deck a ways down the left field line. As usually happens, the fucking Cubs lost.

  I should mention that it was Jackie Robinson Day, as today was 60 years to the day when he debuted. Even if you aren’t a baseball fan, and most of you aren’t big fans, you should all know the significance of this event. Most people think he was the first black to play baseball, but that is not true. There were blacks that played in the 1800s but sometime around 1890, they were banned from playing, that is, until Jackie. He was well ahead of his time, though. Most people credit him with starting the civil rights movement. After all, this was many years before Rosa Parks and still many more before Martin Luther King. He truly transcended baseball and sports. I found out today that when he played his first game in Chicago in May 1947, over 46,000 fans packed Wrigley Field, which is a Wrigley  Field record which still stands today. In honor of Jackie, players on every team (including some whole teams, as was the case with the Dodgers) wore his number 42, which has been retired across baseball since 1997. To show how much he meant beyond baseball, Los Angeles Clippers forward-center donated one of his game worn #42 jerseys to the Jackie Robinson foundation. I always loved Elton Brand going back to his days with the Bulls and this only makes me like him even more. Kudos to him, and a million and one kudos to Jackie.

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