There’s No Cure for What Ails Ya…

But I Hear Goob Will Kick You in the Nuts for Free…
That’ll Curb the Pain Somewhat Won’t It?

So, the question that’s been scorching feverishly in your brains like a bad case of meningitis attacking your spinal cord is, “What’s new with Mikey.” I know, of course, because I am omnipotent. And much like the disease, your pains and suffering are similar. Your curiosity is causing paralysis in the ocular muscles and inflammation will not settle until said veracious hunger is abated. And like an old person waiting for the pharmacy to open their doors, you have been patiently waiting, checking out my site, and learning for quite sometime now that nothing new has come to save your affliction. The medicine never seems to be made. Oh sure you can quite your problems with a few over-the-counter drugs which line the shelves, like photographs and other cheap gimmicks. But they are never close to the real deal, the medicine you so strongly need. Let your ailment, your craving end today.
Okay, enough with all that holier than thou—I’m a god damn savior bull-crap—be put to rest, thank you for indulging me this far. Ha! I knew you were addicted. Seriously though folks, it’s just the sugar coating that’s really brings you back. The rest, well, that’s a placebo. Shhhh… don’t tell anyone.
For starters, I have been given the ultimatum of buying a new car by the end of the week by my father, yesterday (I know, I know, my car right?). And though his argument is weak at best for my brother needing the car so badly, I am going through and finally getting off my duff and buying a car. I’ve been looking at two cars as of late. One is a really nice 1999 Honda Civic SI. It is electric blue, has all the works, bells, and whistles, and drives like my old lude. Only problem with this car is the asking price. Now I got the guy to knock it down five hundred more dollars, but the price is still pretty high (ten grand). But I looked it up on the internet (Kelly Blue Book) and for the miles and for what’s included, the asking price is actually cheaper. Only a little bit though. So, for this to happen, I have to take out a bigger loan than I thought I would have had to (which I already applied for—eight thousand dollars—find out results tomorrow or Wednesday). The other car which I have been looking at for even longer, but have been hesitant about is the Toyota Echo. Actually, the one I was looking at was just recently sold (this made me sad, ‘cause it looked like a really fun car to drive) at seven and a half grand. Now, the only ones left available, used, are much the same as the sold one, but they are now all automatics (which I can’t go back to). So, it’s pretty much down to the Civic now, but I am going to keep my eye open for the next week, especially if I get the entire loan out.
As far as the job search is concerned, there is nothing new or exciting happening in that department yet. And since I am tired of having this conversation with aunts and uncles, cousins, other relatives, my parents, my friends, my friend’s parents, co-workers, my parent’s co-workers, strangers on the street, strangers in my head, I will not elaborate on this subject any further. And since my relationship life is as equally lifeless, I will not elaborate on that either. Except for to say, do not worry about that because I do not.
Okay, let us look at the lighter side of the news shall we? You know, it’s the stuff that really matters. How about them Reds? My Reds won again tonight, climbing back into the seat as the solo first place team in the National League. Who would believe two months ago that the Reds would have the best record in baseball right now if I told them? Reluctantly, I wouldn’t have. Josh’s pessimism about the new management and their poor choices (i.e. Dave Williams/Sean Casey deal) wore me down early on. Plus the high from the previous football season hadn’t quite subsided yet.
It just goes to show you how good my Reds are when the next two teams in the lead for the most wins are in our division. I have always said that the Central League is the toughest in baseball, and here it shows to be true. Of course the same can be said about our football league as well. But enough bragging, and on to what’s really important about the Reds this year. And of course that concerns my visits to see them play.
Tomorrow, I am supposed to take off work (or at least early) and head on down to the ballpark with my little brother (and Godson—I know can you believe it???) Daniel. You see, it is his eleventh birthday next Wednesday, and like last year, his present was the game. We are supposed to see the Cardinals play once again, just like last year. But instead of last year’s horrific defeat in the ninth inning, after the Reds had the lead 9-3 only to have it stolen away (with two outs even), when the Cards rang up ten more runs, we were going to watch these new Reds demolish them in revenge. Good plan, eh? Well, not really. Not only did work have it out for me, it seems that the weather and the Reds themselves did too.
As far as work is concerned, my boss left me in charge this week as he is out of town bowling in a tournament (in Texas). I was to keep up the pace with the condo’s downtown and the school up in Sharonville, making sure the knuckle-heads stayed in line. All according to plan, I was to stay a few hours late today and get ahead of it all to skip out tomorrow. Then the general contractor informed me this afternoon that one of the ceilings we built now has to be redone. Something went wrong and the ceiling height is off, so they need it to be raised by the end of tomorrow. That’s one.
Next is the weather. Looking at the storm coming in, the forecast is said to be stormy all morning and perhaps taper off into the afternoon. But that is an iffy kind of situation. In normal circumstances, I wouldn’t care, but that is not the last factor against me tomorrow.
The last, is the most concerning to me. Luck of the draw I suppose, but the scheduled pitcher for tomorrow night also just happens to be the worst the Reds have. Yes, the fiasco, Dave Williams is scheduled to pitch. I just cannot risk taking Danny down to the park with that guy on the mound. Not against the Cards anyway. I couldn’t bare being miserable from the stress of work, the ominous high humidity, and the horrible pitching and inevitable loss. And I couldn’t let Danny witness the same for a birthday present again. So, though he had his heart set on the day game (so he could get an autograph with his new ball… not many little ones there to do the same… ‘cause they’re all supposed to be in school) and he had his heart set on vicariously getting his revenge, we have moved our date back to the following Tuesday night, when the Reds are back in town with the dismal Nationals. “Hey,” I told him, “at least you and I have never gotten the chance to see the Nationals play before…” (they just started up again last year).
Well, it’s getting late now and I have oodles to do at work tomorrow. Yay me! Besides, I am tired of sharing anyway. You people (total of two) need to get your fix somewhere else now if you’re still jonesin’ (Ha, like you’ve even made it this far… You know if you did, you skipped over quite a bit of it… admit it… I know it, you know it…)
Peace out peoples,
-sib