TOYS AND GAMES: You Look Just Like Your Father…

More and more I have people telling me I now look just like my father. Nothing makes me feel better.

 

Loved the kid who drove me to the airport on Friday. He said he wants to be an actor — he’s going to try and get on with Disney in Orlando then parlay that to Broadway. That led to conversation about our favorite movies. Though not far removed from high school, the kid had a deep base of movie knowledge, including The Godfather, which he counted among his favorites.

This kid had found his passion in life. I love to see the glow on the face of somebody who has that going for them. Magic happens once you identify your passion. You’re lucky to do so, not everyone does.

 

Remember when # stood for the pound sign or what you drew on a piece of paper to play Tic-Tac-Toe?

 

Talk about whack-a-doodles.

At the bar last week, Patti and I ran into one of our Top-Five weirdest encountered. With his Apple computer opened in front of him, he went on a rant about how his plans to sue to government because he got detained for five hours at the airport. During that period, they had confiscated his computer, and, according to him, the computer had been compromised. All I can say is I hope it was. No telling might have been on that thing. Perhaps plans to invade Madagascar.

Later in his conversation he revealed his plans to run for President.

Thinking the worst, four of us — including the bartender — watched until he reached his car and drove off. Anything he did would not have surprised us. Made me think about buying a few shirts from the Kevlar catalogue.

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TOYS AND GAMES: Lobstah, Rousey, Coffee, Fenway Park

When in Rome, do as the Romans, right?

Food translation: When in certain regions of the country, eat the food they are famous for. In other words, eat Mexican food in the Southwest, red meat in the Midwest, etc. Which brings me to New England.

Lobster RollFollowing my theory for making the right choice when dining out on the road, I chose to order a lobster roll while in Newton, Mass., justĀ  outside of Boston.

Basically that bad boy came fully loaded with “lobstah,” no filler, and little mayonnaise. I’m still tearing up thinking about that roll.

 

Ronda Rousey’s legend continues to grow after she took care of business Saturday night with a TKO win over Bethe Correia in the main event of UFC 190 in Rio de Janeiro. Now everybody wants to know who Rousey’s next opponent will be. May I suggest she go to D.C. and begin with a line of opponents from the Senate. After she finishes whipping ass there, move on to the House of Representatives. I would pay to watch this, though I’ve got to admit it has a Christians vs. Lions sort of appeal.

 

Coffee brings a wealth of healthy benefits to coffee drinkers according to a butt load of studies. However, now they’re saying that those whose consumption is greater than a cup or two a day have a greater risk of Mild Cognitive Impairment.

It appears I’m in trouble.

 

Heard inside the Fenway Park press box dining area when a touring father walked his young son around the facility:

“Look.” The boy pointed to the snack machine.

The father rolled his eyes: “We go to Fenway Park and that’s what he loves, the snack machine.”

Obviously unmoved by his father’s sarcasm, the boy observed: “I love snacks.”

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