Life Goes On

Stages of greif

The kids and I left for Florida the day after Trish’s funeral.  The trip served a couple of purposes.  Mainly we needed to get Alexa back to school for the end of her freshman year at the University of Miami.  We also needed more time to spend together as a family, just the five of us, and figure out how this new life might work without Trish.  So on the Thursday after Trish died, the day after her funeral, we loaded up the family truckster and headed out on the 24 hour drive for South Florida. Continue reading

We Can’t Have Any More Babies

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As background, the following is something I wrote for a podcast written and produced by some fellow Second City students.   Not everyone knows this, but Second City is actually a comedy university, not just a place to go see a show.  You can take classes on a wide variety of comedic subjects like improv, stand up, writing, acting, etc.  I’ve taken a few writing classes over the last couple years, and last summer took a class called “Writing the Humorous Memoir.”  That was fun, so I went on to the next class.  After that, I was asked to be a part of a new podcast that was starting up called “Personal.Disclosures.”  The podcast includes others, like me, from Second City telling stories about their lives.  The first podcast will be out in a month or two, so stay tuned for info on that.  I’ll post more of these, because why the hell not. Continue reading

The Official Super Bowl LII “Bro to Bro” Prop Bet Odds

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Seadick just hit me up to get some prop bets down on the “Big Game” tomorrow.  I took tails, obviously, and he took the under on the National Anthem, thinking that P!nk’s claim that she got the flu is gonna speed things along.  But then when we want to bet on some more, like what color shirt Belichick will wear, or what color of Gatorade gets dumped on the winning coach, we are kinda stuck.  Neither of us is going to give the other the advantageous house odds, of course, so what the hell are a couple guys to do.

The problem, per usual, is translating published house odds into bro to bro odds, with no advantage to either side.  Well that’s where I come in.  I have scoured the Internets collecting odds, and then averaged and rounded the moneyline bets, removing the house advantage factor, and converting that to fractional odds that even idiots and young children can understand.  If it was close, I just called it EVEN, or rounded up for the underdog, and moved on, because no reason to overthink it, or anything else, really.  Finally, some odds I just made up if the math was too hard, if we are being honest with one another. 

So, with those qualifications, the following are the 100% absolutely correct “Bro to Bro” prop bet odds for Super Bowl LII.

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Save the House Parties!

While we all have been distracted by tax cuts and pedophiles, the Los Angeles city counsel is trying to ban house parties.  Well, not on this bro’s watch.  A fella by the name of Chad Kroeger, at least that’s the handle his lovin’ parents gave him, is taking a stand against the ban.  I won’t say Chad is a hero, because what’s a hero, but sometimes there’s a man for his time and place, and that’s Chad Kroeger, in Los Angeles.

Chad Kroeger the house party enthusiast makes some  great points.  How else can a young man gain confidence if he doesn’t have the opportunity to shotgun a tall can of Bud Light in front of the whole squad at a house party?  That’s what house parties do!  What up counsel.

Herein I Explain How To Play Mississippi Stud

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Had tickets for the U2 Joshua Tree concert in St. Louis on Saturday night but it got cancelled because of the riots.  U2 concerts don’t matter, apparently.  The stone set in my eyes, and a thorn twisted in my side.  Well, by sleight of hand and a twist of fate, I got a call from Mr. Blue saying he was headed for the casino in Michigan City.  With nothing to win and nothing left to lose, Ava and I headed for that jewel on Lake Michigan, in the shadow of a nuclear reactor, to meet up with Blue. 

So I get there and Blue is into this table game Mississippi Stud, and teaches me how to play.  I lost my ass, but I was HOOKED.  I downloaded a Mississippi Stud app on the iPad machine, and was up all night Sunday deciding whether to triple up the odds on 3d, 4th and 5th street.  Since that abortion on Saturday night, I have played thousands of hands on the computer, and have figured out EXACTLY where I went wrong, and how I will defeat this motherfucker in the future, and by the future I mean in a week and a half when SeaDick, Irish Jesus, Mongo, Kool, Keckie, and allegedly Captain and Butthead, descend on Vegas.  So herein I give myself away, I give myself away, and describe how you too will defeat Mississippi Stud, like I will, in a week and a half in Vegas. Continue reading

Reporter’s Attempt to Weather Shame Old Dude Doesn’t Go Well for Him

Absolutely love this guy.  The confidence.  The attitude.  He wasn’t going to take any shit from some dumbass reporter about the “risk to your own safety,” especially a jackass from Fox News.  Just starts spitting out meridians and longitudes that the reporter has no fucking clue about.  And then when the reporter attempts to demonstrate some understanding of what he is talking, Florida bro doesn’t take any of that shit.  Irma is not just heading “westbound,” you simpleton, it is “275 degrees.”  Fucking love it.  Just owns that dipshit, who can’t get out of there quick enough.

Now, having said that, allow me to be the first to say that every word Florida dude spouted off there was total bullshit.  He didn’t know how many miles away Irma was, what direction it was headed or if it might take a turn and flatten Miami Beach.  His math was also wrong, because if the hurricane was on a heading of 275 degrees (it wasn’t), that is 5 degrees north of due west, which would be one-eighteenth, not one-fifteenth, of the way to 360 degrees, or true north (5/90=1/18).  But that’s beside the point.  Florida bro wasn’t trying to be the best at weather predicting, or math, he was trying to be the best at making a reporter look stupid.  And he won the Hurricane Irma reporting, at least from what I have seen.  Hope he didn’t drown in the storm surge.

Mango Got New Wrenches

It’s that time of year in the golf world where you start assessing your game to try to figure out why you didn’t get your index down from a 13 to a 2.  Can’t be due to ability right?  Has to be the clubs.  Accordingly, both Mango and I got some new irons.  I got the new Ping G400s, which, while taking a little while to get used to, I like a lot.  Mango got these sweet looking beasts at Club Champion.  And when I say “these” I literally mean the ones in the picture.  Club Champion is advertising with Mango’s actual irons.  Seems like they should have given him a discount or something, just sayin.

Sunday Night’s Episode of Game of Thrones was OK I Guess

Alotta guys are out there saying that Sunday night’s episode of Game of Thrones was the best episode of television, ever.  Well, who am I to disagree?  It was awesome, no one can deny that.  And probably the only competition is the prior GOT episodes from past seasons with major battles, like when the wildlings assaulted the Wall, or the Battle of the Bastards, or Hardhomme, when the skeletons just rained down over the cliff and overwhelmed the Night’s Watch.  Those were awesome too, you guys.  I mean, in that battle for the Wall, you had giants riding in on fucking MAMMOTHS, which are extinct, the last time I checked.  People forget that.  

So yea, I’m not going to quibble over which of the GOT battle episodes was best.  I will admit I had a rager pointing north the entire battle scene with the dragon and the Dothraki’s and Bronn manning the ballista.  But I do have a couple of complaints, because I don’t think the battle was realistic.

SPOILER ALERT, obviously, dumbass.

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