I am currently teaching students and being very swamped. I have been on the road a LOT. Driving from Brooklyn to Hartford and back, with a stop in Manhattan, is taxing. Parking in south Brooklyn fucking sucks. By my estimate I’ve made four separate 2+ hour trips since Sunday.
So what about the wide world of sports? Well, in football, it’s all about “Oh, he went to minicamp” or “SCANDAL, so and so didn’t go to minicamp!”
Or, you know, more bullshit.
You know the important stuff? Giving out trophies. Not happening tonight, but getting closer.
Game 3: Vichy Sonics vs. Rapidly making space on the Miami Heat in terms of “fuck those guys” (OKC vs. IND, tied 1-1, 8:30, ABC)
Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Final (no s) is… tomorrow? June is the most crazy time of the year, and there was a forced day off because I actually had to attend a wedding, in which I can say:
1. Senorita Weaselo is done with weddings and the attendance thereof for at least the next year. Possibly two.
b. The Mark Twain House is very nice from the outside (because it was 4:30, the house closes at 5, and we didn’t want to pay $30 for four people to look for half an hour). I’d pop a pic here but am teaching and Carpentering this, so look for it tonight, if I have a shot that doesn’t have the lovely Senorita in it. (She’s the one who actually probably took the house pictures.)
Three. I finally met my pianist friend’s partner. I like her, he did good. Similarly, he finally met Senorita Weaselo in person… like three days before the wedding because he’s playing Beethoven’s Third Piano Concerto this coming weekend and she’s in the orchestra. This was unbeknownst to me of course as I have a gig that day and am not in that orchestra. But it’s a funny story of “Wait, you look familiar. Do you know Senor Weaselo? I’m going to a wedding that he’s driving me to this weekend.” “OH, you’re Pianist!”
In conclusion, hooray for friendship, and congrats to my friend for getting married. And Hartford, CT is a land of contrasts.
One of my guys, actually he’s my new number 1 to take over when I retire asked who I thought would win game 3.
I told him Indy has a real home court advantage because I saw that shit live last year in what was basically a play in game play off.
Their crowd is intense and the players feed off that.
They have a real chance to win this thing.
He said the line was 5 and 1/2.
I said I can’t help you because I don’t gamble on sports anymore.
Fuck that. Let them win on their own accord.
An E for Edmonton.
This is devious and amazing:
This would have worked too:
Especially after giving the bakery an image for the cake of their new & improved logo…
I CALL TY HALIBURTON THE MOST SUCCESSFUL FREE AGENT OF ALL TIME BECAUSE HE INSISITS ON NO-BID CONTRACTS!
Twains house is worth a look. Harriet Beecher Stowe’s house, next door, is plain and boring.
Beecher Stowe? I barely, uh…wait, what’s a “stowe”?
That tracks. I can see Twain collecting all sorts of cool & crazy crap on his travels.
& Harriet, the daughter of a Calvinist preacher, not so much.
Working Theory – Senor IS married, he just doesn’t want to tell us we weren’t invited.
I would not be able to keep up that charade.
[ears perk up] – the DFO Insiders, who are desperate for a Christmas rom-com script to produce
Then invite us to the wedding, coward
Wait, we’re not all watching the Canadian Championship quarterfinal first leg?
Atletico Ottawa v York United?
No?
Me, I’m just over in the corner waiting/hoping to die. And being disappoint.
Will humanity even make it to September?
That’s you? In the spotlight?
Thunder-Pacers
Looks around. Raises hand. Feels shame.
Cavs on bye or sommet?
Already played leg 1. 1-1 draw in Vancouver. We play them here 1st week of July. Win and we are in the final 4.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nb3bQUzXCM
Painfully accurate.
Hooray for friendships, fuck weddings. Got it.
[nudges you with an elbow]
“beneficial” friendships, amirite?
Hartford, you say?
Never heard of it.
shoulda been named Farthard imo
“Hartford Relics Of A Long Forgotten Time” slips easily off the tongue of an addled IPA Drinker, just saying…
Was there a pro sprots team there?
Only the greatest* pro sports team of all time…
*in terms of branding
Oh, I get it. Thanks Googles.
My wife has a Dia del Muerte,Hartford Yard Goats hat. It is superb.
It was a whale of an insurance company back in the day. Were you blind/mute/retard* as a child?
*Joe Rogan has stated that being able to say ‘retard’ again is a cultural victory. The cleansing rain of Peak Stupidity has begun to fall. Don’t turn away.
All I know about Insurance I learndid from the TV box.
https://youtu.be/FUd8MTsZqFY?si=rZyk5kNUVwfmy8iR
If he wants to identify as a retard I don’t see why we shouldn’t let him
Hartford? I barely know her!
Is Senorita Weaselo done with weddings because she keeps getting asked when she is getting married?
No, she never grew up with them and has a limited battery for such things (social anxiety being a part of it).
Now, on the other hand, I’m the one who keeps getting asked when we’re getting married!
So. When are you getting married. JOIN US.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
“Did you vacuum that couch before you invited Señor Weaselo to join you?”
If only the Kansas City Chiefs players had followed that devil donut’s advice…
I grew up in one of the Hartford suburbs, and have visited the Mark Twain house once. The only thing I remember about it is that they have one of those bikes with a giant front wheel. Or at least a picture of one.
They’ll let you see the billiards room, but you break one rack of balls and all of a sudden you’re an asshole who has to leave immediately.
I ‘ve been there too. It was a very cool pool table!
Twain was the original hipster.
“A Pianist?! I barely met her!”
-That dude trying to smooth things over before the big day
So Deanna Favre walks into a bar. She takes out an old oil lamp, a tiny grand piano, and a foot-tall miniature man in a tuxedo and sets them on top of the bar…
That bartender is gettin’ a million ducks.