(Since they are playing 2 today, I will post this photo–the only homage to the Yanks I can muster: Freddy. Freddy is a cool guy and he came out this day–this last Joe DiMaggio Day (in 1998) just after having a 5-way heart bypass. His doc told him not to, but Freddy wanted to be there and he was. And we had a lot of fun with Freddy on this day, out at the Caliope by the bat-smokestack at Yankee Stadium, by the lifesize Joe DiMaggio statue–which now resides in Seattle. Go figure. Long may Freddy bang that pot. Cowbellman has nothing on Freddy.)
Mets-Yanks twin bill tonight, split as it is between the two aging dumps called stadia in New York. The Mets did some keel-hauling in the first game. Lovely. I’m anti Met this year because of all the dopey money they have splashed around like pigs and Randolph and Minaya. But my hatred of the piggier Yanks trumps my disdain for the pathetic Met$, so I enjoyed it. And now I’m watching the night game at Shea and do you know that the “music” that they pump into the joint is so &^%$n obnoxious that it is managing to annoy me even at HOME through the TV??? Astounding. Hey Mets: Yea, you geniuses: Take a poll guys. Ask your PATRONS if they like being deafened by that noise you drown them in. Nobody pays big league prices to have that dumped on them. And that it is so bad, that it annoys you through the television? My goodness.
I recently was at a little league game and one field had another game for older boys going on adjacent and do you know that they pumped in rock and roll music at the stupid volume between innings? Is it ME? Are we all idiots? Guess you need to give the boys that big league deafness for effect. And I was laughing because one of the songs was the Ramones. 1976. In 2008. That’s, what? 32 years! That would be like them pumping Glen Miller’s String of Pearls from 1943 into my game back in 1975. Hahaha.
The Yanks sure dove on Ponson, didn’t they? And mark my words, they will have Chacon back soon as well. I think the Yanks would suit up Dillinger if he could give them 6. Yankee Pride…hahaha…don’t make me laugh. My wallet is full of Yankee Pride. There you have it, kids.
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I had an idea for a theme park. You ready? Film Noir Land. Yea, that’s right. You go for a week or two into an urban setting and you get a fedora and a ‘39 Ford and a suit and some smokes and you live in Film Noir Land. The park is populated with other Film Noir’ees. Some are vacationers and some are park employees. While there, you might get mixed up in a scheme to rob a bank or you might be a PI, like Sam Spade and work an extortion case or a murder. There’d be no women there either: only dames and broads. Guys would walk up to you on the street and give you horse tips. There’d be poolrooms and racetracks galore.
Somehow or other, the park would arrange it so you get sucked up into some shady plan or scheme. There’d be nightclubs and every room would be a cheap hotel room with the huge, flashing red neon sign going all night right outside the window. Maybe there’d even be some disembodied voice narrating as you walk around your hotel room. You know, “…I couldn’t sleep, so I had a whiskey…it was raining as I walked over to the window for some air and a smoke…” and so on. I think it’d be a hoot. Logistically though, it might be a little expensive but I think it’s a winner. And they could work it into various levels, you know? If you pay for the platinum trip, you might get a Sidney Greenstreet lookalike to pal around with. Sidekick is extra, of course. Think about it.
