Coffee Chronicles …and Baseballs or Bowling Balls?

Good Morning Coffee Drinkers!

The HB & I are still hanging in the desert with our camping club. I’m very excited that the Professor & Yoko made it down from Spartanville. The Doc, Mrs Mayor, her stuffed giraffe and trusted advisor Stephanie slid in on Thursday night while McCroc and I were away at the game. It’s always good to see the Professor, Yoko & the Doc. I’m not talking to Mrs. Mayor right now. Stephanie is still okay with me.

When you join a club, you meet new people and Big Game is one of those new people. Big Game, Game for short, is an acquired taste. Mrs. Game is a lovely person and I, for one, feel a great deal of sympathy for her. In his former life, Game wore red suspenders and rubber boots at work. Mrs Game had to tell him that he couldn’t wear them to every event they attended. Halloween, yes. Movies, the grocery store and dinner with friends? No. She also had to insist that the RV not be red. Why do these guys think every vehicle that they drive has to be red, even when they’re not asleep in their big leather chairs? Asking for a friend.

Look, some of my best friends are hose jockeys, but even the nurse who came by yesterday to refresh our first aid skills said to the class, “even paramedics don’t enter a scene before law enforcement has made the area safe.” Plus, Game claims heroics and stuff, but I happen to know he spent the last few years in the fire service in the San Pedro harbor welcoming cruise ships. “Wheee! Look! We sprayed the big boat hose up in the air! Look at the pretty arch it made!” 

Big whoop.

Tee on the other hand is way more modest about his service. He puts up his fire flag right under the USN flag. “Yeah, I did some stuff,” Tee says. And he probably did some real fire stuff. Not like that poser, Game. 

After dinner, many of our crew went bowling. Normally, I would have gone too because I really like bowling, but Game 1 was on and I like baseball much more better. So the HB had to fill me in on the shenanigans. Big Sis bragged about her bowling game. She has “an eye” for the lane. According to reports, her ‘eye’ must’ve been closed.

There was a side of Mr. McRib that no one had seen before. He is very competitive. As long as he beats Mrs. McRib, all is good in the world. He tried everything; bad coaching, voodoo, adding more spin, the dino ramp ...none of it worked. Their score ended in a tie.

The HB and I were just laying down for the night when there was an authoritative knock at the door. It was Mrs. Mayor and the Doc. Apparently, he could smell that we had Golden Oreos. Mrs. Mayor drank half my Pepsi then left, without even a g’night. She’s so rude.

Oh well, drink ‘em if you got ‘em!

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