Valbowski Begins
Sorry for the gap in posts. Work has picked up, energy has fleeted, material has diminished. But the spirit is still strong, so we press on.
I was under the impression that the full headgear braces were no longer in existance. Last night, however, I was proven wrong. At the Twins game, I witnessed a poor girl with the full-on grill face, chin strap, scrap metal headgear braces. I regrettably greeted her at the gate with a kind "hello," only to realize that there was nothing coming out of her mouth besides Edward Scissorhands. Poor thing.
I think when I am an old man, I would much rather have a high-rising, rock hard gut than a drooping, Santa Claus-jiggling belly. Just a personal preference. It's ok if the gut extends out a foot, as long as it doesn't sink a foot below the belt.
Yesterday was Flag Day, one of my favorite holidays (not quite at Arbor Day level). In honor of this widely-recognized celebration, there was a band playing some of America's favorite tunes outside before the game. They dusted off such classics as "You're A Grand Ole Flag," "Stars and Stripes Forever," "America the Beautiful," and of course "God Bless America." Pretty standard stuff. However, to my absolute confusion, they closed their red white and blue set with a lovely rendition of R. Kelly's "I Believe I Can Fly." Wha? I guess I must have missed the ceremony where R. Kelly was named the United States' official spokesman and symbol. Not that I'm against that idea.
Now that Adam Eberhardt and I are holding down the fort at 1212 Como pretty much by ourselves, we've decided it is time to host a Hutch reunion party. We're tossing around a few dates, and if anyone has a preference, please suggest it to me. Spread the word around and I will post the final plans on here at a later date. The potential dates are: Friday, July 1, Friday, July 8, Friday, July 29 and Saturday, July 30. August has not been ruled out, but we can only plan ahead so far. Get back to me. Remember, this is a Hutch reunion party. All other guests will need to be cleared before being admitted. (Plus, you might be out of the loop. But then again, we'll all be hammered beyond recognition.) Peace.
I was under the impression that the full headgear braces were no longer in existance. Last night, however, I was proven wrong. At the Twins game, I witnessed a poor girl with the full-on grill face, chin strap, scrap metal headgear braces. I regrettably greeted her at the gate with a kind "hello," only to realize that there was nothing coming out of her mouth besides Edward Scissorhands. Poor thing.
I think when I am an old man, I would much rather have a high-rising, rock hard gut than a drooping, Santa Claus-jiggling belly. Just a personal preference. It's ok if the gut extends out a foot, as long as it doesn't sink a foot below the belt.
Yesterday was Flag Day, one of my favorite holidays (not quite at Arbor Day level). In honor of this widely-recognized celebration, there was a band playing some of America's favorite tunes outside before the game. They dusted off such classics as "You're A Grand Ole Flag," "Stars and Stripes Forever," "America the Beautiful," and of course "God Bless America." Pretty standard stuff. However, to my absolute confusion, they closed their red white and blue set with a lovely rendition of R. Kelly's "I Believe I Can Fly." Wha? I guess I must have missed the ceremony where R. Kelly was named the United States' official spokesman and symbol. Not that I'm against that idea.
Now that Adam Eberhardt and I are holding down the fort at 1212 Como pretty much by ourselves, we've decided it is time to host a Hutch reunion party. We're tossing around a few dates, and if anyone has a preference, please suggest it to me. Spread the word around and I will post the final plans on here at a later date. The potential dates are: Friday, July 1, Friday, July 8, Friday, July 29 and Saturday, July 30. August has not been ruled out, but we can only plan ahead so far. Get back to me. Remember, this is a Hutch reunion party. All other guests will need to be cleared before being admitted. (Plus, you might be out of the loop. But then again, we'll all be hammered beyond recognition.) Peace.
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