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Every Garden Grows One?
Posted Monday, August 10, 2009, at 1:44 PM<< Previous | Read comments | Respond | Email link | Next >>
I have found over the past few years that very little disturbs me anymore...ok, maybe an occasional chili dog, a warm beer and Neil Diamond, but very little else. However, I do have a few pet peeves that I would like to rant about for a bit, if you will oblige me for a minute or two. I know that a lot of bloggers tend to complain about one different subject after another and after a while I'll get tired of reading their constant griping and just quit reading. So, Ol' Simmons just decided that he would just get his all out there in one article and be done with it. No. 1 --- While driving down to Gatlinburg this past weekend, we fell in behind a car that was going 40 mph with the double yellow line and then when the yellow line disappeared (i.e. my first chance to pass) so did all of this driver's inhibitions and he'd kick it up to 60. This type of driving has irritated me for years. As much as I have mellowed with age, it is still irritating. So Stop It...right now. If you want to drive real slow then drive real slow, please do not drive like an idiot. (Please pass this on to anyone that you might suspect of driving like this because I would like this to get the widest possible dissemination.) No. 2 --- I've been watching a lot more baseball lately; mainly because I like baseball and partly because I really don't have much of anything else going on in my life. I just cannot believe how many millionaire baseball players stand up at the plate with runners in scoring position and take called third strikes. Tomorrow, my Dad would have been 82 years old and I can still remember him telling me when I was 8 years old, "You've got two strikes on you so you've got to protect the plate. Anything close and you've got to be swinging." It's just a shame these guys didn't have Truman Sims to teach them the importance of protecting the plate. Yes, these guys are getting paid millions of dollars and called third strikes really just tick me off. Like Dad said, "If it's close enough to be called a strike, you better be swinging." No. 3 --- Just look at all of these stories coming out in the media that are harmful to one person or another and the story is based on information from someone who won't even reveal their identity. I say, "Shame on you media for publishing something like that, shame on you". Recently we've been seeing names of baseball players from a court sealed list being leaked to the press and the press continues to publish these names. I'm not sure who is worse, the person leaking the information or the press for publishing it. I don't like steroid abusers, but let's see some evidence not a leak from another idiot performing a criminal act. That's about it for me...no, I've got to mention this too. I heard Neil Diamond singing "Song Sung Blue" on the radio last night. I still don't understand that song and it just bugs the heck out of me every time that I hear it. So, if you know any disc jockeys out there in radio land or XMRadio or Sirius land, tell them to quit with that stinking "Song Sung Blue" junk and just throw it away. 'Me and you are subject to the blues now and then'...no way with me, I'm an extremely contented individual. Put that in your pipe and smoke it Neil Diamond. Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
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I think you can almost see my golf ball amongst those beautiful wildflowers. It was a tough lie but the scent was wonderful. What a great weekend of hitting balls up and down the mountains of Tennessee,it was just the diversion that the doctor ordered, thanks.
I would be amiss if I did not inform your loyal readers that they almost lost their favorite blogger on the top of a Smoky Mountain peak. . . The golf cart path snaked up a cut back type road for what seemed like 10 minutes to what we thought was the summit and our next tee box. When we disembarked the carts we realized that this was not the tee box. It was much higher up a set of steep stairs to the actual tee box. The look on Ol' Simmons face when he realized that his ascent was only half done is a look I will not soon forget. If I had one wish from the old genie lamp at that moment, it would have been for a Sherpa to appear and carry your old butt up that last section. But with no choice but to start climbing, our hero uncorked a certain fruity drink, gathered his last bit of strength, and fought the mountain all the way to the top. It kind of reminded me of popeye with his spinach can, only this was a wine cooler. Once we summited the mighty peak, I thought Ol' Simmons might just keel over on us and roll right off that mountain. But thank goodness it didnt happen, as I fully expected he pulled himself up by the boot straps and hit a nice little wedge to the tiny green that looked like a postage stamp below us in the valley, what a champ. Now I must state that it was in the 90's and about 90% humidity, so we were all dragging a bit. But I truly think there was something magical in those coolers, as he played his best golf of the weekend that day on a really tough course. I think maybe Bud Selig needs to put those things on his PED list, but on Saturday they certainly seemed to be Ol Simmons fountain of youth. Who needs HGH when you can get Bartles & James.
No.1 I call them accordion drivers. They press the pedal the same uphill or downhill (uphill with yellow lines gravity slows, downhill with passing gravity speeds cars up. Lack of attention.
No.2 Watched a pro game with go ahead run at third, no outs. No bunt. Guess it's a lost art. Man at third never scored. These guys are pros?
No.3 Agreed. Media frenzy for "story first" has thrown away resposible reporting. Heck, paparazzi cause wrecks.
No.3a Is this a ping on this song or all songs that rhyme without meaning or just Neil Diamond?
Your dad and Bernie Phillips taught me to hit a baseball. I remember him telling me that, trouble is at the time I couldn't hit water if I fell out of a boat. Add to that peeve, all the "armour" the hitters wear, not hitting cut-off men, not being able to bunt, and taking a pitch once in a while. Just grab a bat and helmet and step in there. Having played with you, I know you could bunt, even now, better than I've seen some MLB'ers.
Ol'Dad
Top 5 pet peeves:
1. Tim McCarver
2. Conservative Wingnuts
3. Joe Morgan
4. Liberal Wingnuts
5. Fat Free Ranch Dressing
Garth, Have to agree with your peeves.
Do not want alarm you. But there are people that will ruin edible food by putting fat free ranch dressing on it.
Garth, you should have seen Rambler knock a ball wedged under a tree and up against a fence over a trap and onto the green. It was a beautiful day for hitting irons and B&J.
Ol' Dad, I think I could still lay down a bunt, but I could never leg it out.
I'd like to bunt Neil Diamond's head every time I hear that song.
Take a full swing at that Energizer rabbit for me. Throw in the Viva Viagra guys also.
Some thoughts:
1.) Bad drivers all end up growing old and living in Florida. Having lived there for 10 years, I believe I encountered each one of them at one time or another, particularly on US 19 in Pinellas County. In an NBC special a few years ago on the 10 most dangerous intersections in America, based on insurance claims, Pinellas County's US 19 possessed three of them. One of them, US 19 and Drew St., was right down the street from my house.
2.) The term "fat-free" has never been used to describe me.
One more note, 10,000 years from now when aliens land on earth and the first thing they find is a collection of Neil Diamond CD's, they will undoubtedly conclude that no intelligent life ever existed here.
"you're so sweet, horseflies keep hanging 'round your face. Kentucky moonshine, could never take your place."...and now, you don't like Neil Diamond? But, what did you get me for Christmas when I was in Jr. High?..."Hot August Night", thank you, very much. I do miss you, though, and Happy Birthday, Dad.
"And your eyes give me goose bumps down to my toes,
Feel like the only rooster in the henhouse and I guess it shows."
That is vintage Neil Diamond. Hang in there Sis, I'll bet you're still playing Hot August Night today.
Don't forget to watch the meteor shower tomorrow morning (3-5am).
Great meteor show this morning. I hope you all got the kids up to watch because it was a beautiful sky and it was a shooting sensation.
A beef I have, and I don't expect it to stay long, is that the powers that be are so quick to remove comments or simply disable them on an article or a blog. I never seen such quick triggers on the HT Online comment sections. What happened to free speech? Isn't that part of the founding principles of the newspaper industry?
Please use your turn signals.
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Hey little girl, how's that?
peeve's peeve's I aint got no stinkin' pet peeve's
I also have a trussel in Greene county for sale --- lots of scrap iron I would suspect.. lol
"Neil Diamond, Hot August Night:NYC" tonight at 8 pm on WISH channel 8. "An intimate look at the man behind the music." Indy Star, Aug 14. Sounds like a must-see for Ol' Simmons.