Bald egotism
A crushing long night passes into morning and I still can’t accept the fact that the Twins lost Game 2. But spirits are high still after the Game 1 victory – they float blissfully on the hopes of capturing Game 3 here at home. It will be tricky channel bouncing Friday night with the Twins playing opposite the second presidential debates. Wow, a night of epic battles for sure. A perfect way to end the week, don’t you think?

Last night in a bar, watching the Twins, putting down Phillips Rum, with a layover weary traveling friend from Vancouver B.C., the place got weird when a middle age women in way-too-tight-ass jeans stumbled through the door and parked herself right next to us at the bar. Smiling big. No talking just smiling. Big droopy eyes. We both sensed the immediate danger and tremor this women was carrying and tried in vain to talk right at one another without accepting the potted intruder. But she was determined to get us to buy her a drink. She started barking unknown agreements to whatever we were saying. Raise your glasses kids. Shit turned uglier ten minutes later when her kid marched through the door like he owned the joint. He bellied up to the bar and immediately started ordering the bartender around. I need chips. I need a coke. Odd stuff. The kid was like nine. The whole incident made John Edward’s ‘Two Americas’ slogan resonate like a kick drum to the forehead.

In other news, I had to pass on the Vote For Change concert in favor of the Twins Tuesday night. I am bummed tho, I heard great tales of Neil Young sitting in on a couple of sets

Tonight begins my third year in the Great Saint Paul Cribbage League. It ain’t the World Series of Poker, but the stakes are always high. I haven’t played a hand of cribbage in months. As I go up against the retired-set tonight (those people probably play 10 games a day), my chances for humiliation and horrible catastrophe are very high. I may cheat.

Tangent question: Why are there so many bald-headed females in futuristic sci-fi movies? THX-1138. Star Trek 1. Aliens 3. I’m sure there’s more but in all these movies all the wimmins have shiny bald heads. Why do people (male directors) think that in the not-to-distant future ladies fashion will be all cue-balls? I for one, much prefer the futuristic vision of Barbarella. I’m thinking that in the future, bigger, skyscraper elevated hair will be the look and not the smooth eggheads favorable now with the sci-fi vogue.