I. Bush Spotting, con't: So with all this Bush-spotting (and there was another spotting on Sunday during the Houston Texans game - HW & Babs, again!), I can't help but believe that some of the stars are aligning. What the hell else could it be?
Today, I believe I've figured it out. HW was U.S. president # 41. Today, I turn 41 (specifically at 3:08 this afternoon, Pacific time). Am I a kook? Or, are the molecules trying to tell me something? I'm going with molecules because that's much more fun than coincidence.
All this Bush-41-spotting means: I need to concentrate on what happens this year, this 41st year. It means that 1) I either become a sell-out republican and finish off what's left of this miserable planet for personal gain, or, 2) I defeat the evil republicans and save what's left of this miserable planet for the good of all. Tough choice!
I'll send my resume into Hillary and Obama's offices this week -- after some polishing. I have ideas.
II. File Under: Can't Agree More: "So when No. 25 smashes No. 756, the entire baseball world is going to melt down...But there is one place where there will be no debate, no doubts, no boos, no catcalls, nothing but love and adulation and awe and a huge celebration. That place will be in AT&T Park, Section 119, Row 26, Seat 8. That's where I'll be sitting."
- Gary Kamiya
On what happens when Barry Bonds breaks Henry Aaron's home run record next year.
