Life is good. Well, as good as it gets in my life. Today, I was puttering around the house, not really accomplishing anything when my phone rang. It was my female neighbor’s gay boyfriend. He invited me over to join them in the pool.
So I’ve spent the last couple hours floating around in the pool in a tube, drinking sinfully sweet and lethal drinks and watching both the NASCAR race and the Rays game. Neither team that I was cheering in either sport was winning (or had won) when I left. But Carl Edwards' race ending flip was spectacularly frightening. HOLY CRAP. Okay, I know a lot of you laugh at anyone watching NASCAR, but let me tell you once you’ve been to a race and seen the cars flying by you at 200 mph and two inches apart it changes your whole opinion about the abilities of those drivers. Today though, when Carl caught air and flipped in the air, hitting the fence between the track and the spectators and the fence held and he ended up on the infield instead of in someone’s lap, it was one of those breath holding kind of events that hits home how dangerous that sport is.
Never used to like racing, thought it was boring. Nothing but a bunch of sissies riding around in circles. Then I saw a race. It takes skill and conditioning to drive those things at those speeds and not wreck every time you make a turn and to do it with just a few inches between you and the guy next to you? Yeah, right. Boring and sissies. Anyone that says that needs to either attend a race or try driving like that. Nuff said.
And my Rays. I love my American League Champion Rays that are playing like the bottom dwelling Rays that I’ve known and loved for the last 11 years. Their pitching is horrible and their batting isn’t much better. I don’t know what’s wrong, but hey, it needs to change. These are not my Rays of last summer and they need to get their act together.
Perhaps, they need a new coach like the Penguins. WOW, how amazing are they this season? They were able to turn it around under interim head coach Dan Bylsma and go 18-3-4 in the last 25 games, going from 10th place (out of the playoffs) to 4th place. Now there’s a team that’s unified and dedicated to a single goal.....winning. The Rays need to take lessons from those guys.
Oh and did I mention? FOUR days and I head out for New Orleans and JazzFest. WOO HOO!!! I’m so freakin’ excited. We’re staying with a friend at a five star hotel on the concierge floor (never done either of those things before) AND we’re eating at Luke. John Besh, celebrity chef, owns this place and the menu looks amazing. An entire weekend of Cajun food, Jazz music and BON FREAKING JOVI! How much better could it be? ...other than having Jon or Richie in some kind of compromising position that is. ;) Whatever the case, I’m looking to have a great time. It’s one of those times that I don’t really have the money to do this trip, but as I’ve said so often since my husband’s death, “you have to live your life every day”......hmmm that sounds like a song lyric. Seriously, you do have to live today because tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.
So I’ve spent the last couple hours floating around in the pool in a tube, drinking sinfully sweet and lethal drinks and watching both the NASCAR race and the Rays game. Neither team that I was cheering in either sport was winning (or had won) when I left. But Carl Edwards' race ending flip was spectacularly frightening. HOLY CRAP. Okay, I know a lot of you laugh at anyone watching NASCAR, but let me tell you once you’ve been to a race and seen the cars flying by you at 200 mph and two inches apart it changes your whole opinion about the abilities of those drivers. Today though, when Carl caught air and flipped in the air, hitting the fence between the track and the spectators and the fence held and he ended up on the infield instead of in someone’s lap, it was one of those breath holding kind of events that hits home how dangerous that sport is.
Never used to like racing, thought it was boring. Nothing but a bunch of sissies riding around in circles. Then I saw a race. It takes skill and conditioning to drive those things at those speeds and not wreck every time you make a turn and to do it with just a few inches between you and the guy next to you? Yeah, right. Boring and sissies. Anyone that says that needs to either attend a race or try driving like that. Nuff said.
And my Rays. I love my American League Champion Rays that are playing like the bottom dwelling Rays that I’ve known and loved for the last 11 years. Their pitching is horrible and their batting isn’t much better. I don’t know what’s wrong, but hey, it needs to change. These are not my Rays of last summer and they need to get their act together.
Perhaps, they need a new coach like the Penguins. WOW, how amazing are they this season? They were able to turn it around under interim head coach Dan Bylsma and go 18-3-4 in the last 25 games, going from 10th place (out of the playoffs) to 4th place. Now there’s a team that’s unified and dedicated to a single goal.....winning. The Rays need to take lessons from those guys.
Oh and did I mention? FOUR days and I head out for New Orleans and JazzFest. WOO HOO!!! I’m so freakin’ excited. We’re staying with a friend at a five star hotel on the concierge floor (never done either of those things before) AND we’re eating at Luke. John Besh, celebrity chef, owns this place and the menu looks amazing. An entire weekend of Cajun food, Jazz music and BON FREAKING JOVI! How much better could it be? ...other than having Jon or Richie in some kind of compromising position that is. ;) Whatever the case, I’m looking to have a great time. It’s one of those times that I don’t really have the money to do this trip, but as I’ve said so often since my husband’s death, “you have to live your life every day”......hmmm that sounds like a song lyric. Seriously, you do have to live today because tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.
PS. Amber's updated.
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