Take Me Out....

To the ball game. That's the plan for today. I was fortunate enough to get an invite to the White Sox home opener and I'm as excited as a kid on Christmas. Well, that might be an overstatement since Christmas morning never included, beer, cigars, and large men in ill fitting replica jerseys. After years of missing opening day, this is my second one in as many years. I like this tradition. It makes me fell manly, American and slightly buzzed, not a bad trio.

The morning is going to be filled with the hectic assembly of chicken kabobs and a chili pepper infused cheese ball. Fancy right? Sure we could go old school and grill up some hot dogs, but we're evolved, refined tailgaters, not run of the mill parking lot cooks. "Wife" was kind enough to whip up some key lime bars to satisfy my sweet tooth and give us the sugar boost we'll need to walk to the park after hours of pre-game fun.

I know I've been gone awhile. I missed telling you about "Daughter's" Spring Break which ate up an entire week, my birthday, which was nice by the way, since I've been adopting a new attitude that seems to be making life a bit easier, and Hillary Clinton dodging imaginary gun fire. A lot of folks bashed Hillary for that, but not me. Who among us hasn't come off an exceptionally rough night and felt like snipers had taken off the top of our heads. I also had my yearly visit with the accountant to deal with the "Man". Yes, just like a large man in a velor track suit with a surname ending in a vowel, the IRS wanted their cut of my financial empire. How disappointed they must be with said cut. Wow, now that I think of it there were a lot of things that needed to be dissected here, but unlike Marty McFly, I can't go back in time. If I could, I'd have Huey Lewis put on retainer. That guy ruled, but I digress. I'm all about looking to the future.

Part of the reason I decided to make time to post this morning is because I was forced to realize again how limited our time here can be. I found out the other day that one of my neighbors died. We found out too late to go to the wake, etc. and were shocked by the news. He went into the doctor for a physical, found out he was filled with cancer and was gone in a few months. I liked the guy. He was an old school South Sider. Sometimes he said things that were a little outside the PC norm, but he seemed like a good guy. He was also a fan of this forum and would quote it whenever we saw each other. So this one's for you Denny. God speed.

I'm off. The kabobs aren't going to assemble themselves. Baseball is back. Can Summer be far away? Go Sox! Later...Brian