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Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Comics Gnome POOTS!...Finally a Superhero a Kid Can Watch!

I've been turned onto two newer animated shows...I blame TiVO.
Now, I geek out over Saturday Morning Cartoons. That was a sacred place in Space/Time for me...the rug with an old-fashioned lie-down TV set within the span of a decade. Over those years were several renditions of the major superhero properties. Live-Action and animated versions of Batman, Superman and Spider-Man were the staples of Saturdays & Syndication. Even the comicbooks the heroes came from were more kid-friendly than your average monthly title these days.

What happened to kids reading comics? The focus isn't on the checkout counter...it's on the fanboy. It takes itself too seriously. And barely possesses a joie-de-vive as it used to in the naive Silver Age.

Nonetheless...the formula still works although the medium shifts.
Since TiVO, aka the DVR in your cablebox...watching your shows at a whim is just a few keystrokes away. I've been watching on the CW Network...
The Spectacular Spider-Man

Swing into it!
What a great show!!!
A PG version of Brian Michael Bendis' ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN, a 15-year old Peter Parker, high school sophomore with a 10PM curfew. It's modern, hip and really kinetic. Great eyes on the Spider mask...it's what cartoons the emotive effect. Snappy dialog & mid-fight quips.


Spidey & JJJ get something straight...Every character is at their iconic best. Robbie, Betty & Ned, Flash, Kong & Liz, Harry, Norman & Gwen. MJ & May.
Especially the Spidey's rogue gallery of villains.


The Black Costume...explained better than the recent movie "Spider-Man 3". It favors the Bendis Ultimate Eddie Brock version over the movie or comics origin & relationship. Spidey spent a good 3-4 episodes in Black...slowly building towards Venom. Good stuff here.
Saturday mornings, the CW Network, 9AM-10AM EST...or TiVO it!

On the other side of the dial, we have over at the Cartoon Network...
Batman: The Brave and The Bold

Imagine if you can...Batman just being Batman. Sigh of relief! The Brave & The Bold is a team-up concept that paired Batman with anybody from the DC roll of heroes. Every episode Batman will have a different team up.


By the way, Batman is voiced by comedic actor Dietrich Bader. It's what got me to tune in...what got me hooked were these great, universal, fun stories. Once again, super kid friendly...it is a Friday primetime show.


Did you wonder where the kids stuff was in comics? It's definitely not out there in print every Wednesday for an average $2.99/issue...but it is out there. Feel joy once again as the superheroes right wrongs without the burden of a soap opera.

Both properties benefit from motion picture releases and a magnitude of children's wears. Boys tend to like Spider-Man...I see it all the time in the preschool I cook in. Spidey is huge...red, blue with webbing. I try to identify artist such as Mark Bagley whose Ultimate Spider-Man graces years worth of property products; paper plates, birthday cards, band-aids, et al. I ask them if they know how to say Spider-Man in Spanish. Then I tell 'em. Hombre Arana.
Batman is a close second. Usually the Dark Knight movie look/bat-symbol.

I like good stuff! I like entertainment! I still like cartoons! Whatever! It's good to know someone still cares enough about simple storytelling that includes a wide age range for these classic characters. I got hooked as a kid...there's hope for this generation with shows like these.

'namaste...

Thursday, November 27, 2008

THE SMOKING PUCK!

November 27, 2008
By Rev. Sully

Torque-Qi...I'm All Wound Up!
aka: Lettuce Give Thanks....


Clever! I love Clever. It only goes so far though. Clever happens to be my primary superpower...such as the power of flight! What happens if you're fighting in a building though...

I love food. I totally dew. By the way, Mountain Dew is the official soft drink of South Boston, MA 02127...but iDigress...

If you're fighting in a building, you'd better be Milan Lucic. He impresses me more & more every game. He totally gets the drumstick today if he wants it. The other drumstick...we're all hockey animals...let's dump it in the corner & fight for it along the boards, eh?

I'm not eating today...until dinner. I'm looking forward to the Puck dropping on Thanksgiving Dinner. Last time I ate was a huge plate of General Xao's over white rice...I watched the Bruins last night in an excellent division tilt in Buffalo, NY. We lost a 3-2 game nonetheless there was a superb display of stellar, hustling, tough hockey...I believe it could have been a 6-2 loss if were not for the Soup-er goaltending of Tim Thomas. His partner Manny Fernandez is important in this first place dinner table. Two mistakes on the Bruins part could have made the a 2-1 win...it was a complete mouthful, lemme tell you.

Cheez...I'm Cracker-ing up again. I'm falling into old patterns of bad reactions to other people. But I'm Trying to Learn from Life and Learn from Hockey. I look at a player like #91 Marc Savard...before he came to the Bruins he was always missing something...it's referred to as "one-dimensional play". Now in his 3rd year in Black & Gold, he's seasoned, tougher and more complete. I look at myself and see "one-dimensional play" in my own professional life. I wince a little...then realize I too can develop into an All-Star.

By the Numbers...
In Boston Hockey, dispute resolution comes in the form of Shawn Thornton. Such as Milan Lucic needs to be playing on the ice with the rest of First Line...but Loooch needs to play like Loooch. That involves the opponents taking umbrage to being clobbered over & over again by young #17. Loooch is quite able to carve his own turkey...but being off the ice for 5 minutes when yer down 2 goals? Do the Math, Mouthbreather. If Down 3-1, #22 takes the 5. Thornton was a wise addition for the Bruins in this New Ice Order...post-lockout, post-Sinden. This Thornton really does eat his Spinach...and eats up the competition.

Happy Thanksgiving, OCHO!!! This is a great day for fun, family, friends and food. I look forward to a weekend of Turkey Sammiches and lots of hockey...I'm going to tomorrow's Black Friday Noon matinee versus the NY Islanduhs and Saturday Night, the defending Stanley Cup Champions & perennial first place Detroit Red Wings come to town. Hey...I'm a Ham! I ended upon the Gahhden Jumbotron again last week at the Florida Panthers game...who knows. Maybe this bald egghead will get on it again.

'Namaste,

Rev. Sully


All Statistic used in this Smoking PUCK are courtesy of NHL Dot Com’s Statistics page. In the words of Doctor Hooey, “RTFM”.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

iRawk...Therefore iPod

EXTRA!



the iPod Classic 120GB in black...

motherboxxx lives.

you will now approach Escape Velocity With Me....

iFeel something. my over-sized head phones...I'm using the desk speakers as a pre-amp.
Jay-Z asks me if I'm Having Girl-Problems I feel bad, my son...I got 99 Problems but a _____ ain' one. Hit me. Thanks...

The Perfect Pop Song. And perhaps some very misunderstood lyrics. Otters & Seals. I Turn It Up wickid loud. Reminder not to sing in front of the dog anymore...

What the heck is a Mother Box anyhoo?

A Mother Box is a funnybook gadget. My inner mind is trying to giggleproof the name...


ahhh...it's good to have a gadget. I played a few rounds of beginners Chess on it during an In-Between Moment on an inbetween day. That noun is the only good contribution by the Cure. Just don't dig 'em. They'll always be Rush to me. I have neither. Mocking Is Far From Hate...

Johhny Cash advises against shooting old friends. I Agree...Although I Reserve The Right To Hate REM and Modest Mouse. Dammit.

Then perhaps my favorite KISS song. I Believe in Me. This Was Their Swan Song. but iDigress...

Which I do quite often. After my friends gave me an iPod for my grump's birthday I got a little emotional. I hate only a certain kind of birthday party...my own. They also threw me a heck of a party. Especially during the afternoon, cooking & preparing we played "YouTube Deejay". Little Julian made me cupcakes with candles to blow out. Dude...he's three years old! Julian's musical band was called "Rock On Rock"...and we sang Beatles songs together in the living room.

With the headphones on the floor, TOOL sounds like Space Invaders from the bed. "So good to see you...Prying open my 3rd Eye".

Clerks movie clip promotes expanding my horizons While Bill Hicks Suggests Burning Albums.

And to top it all off...I'm listening to my old Spanish lessons. I'm learning to speak Spanish. I listened to two today.

OK...it's time to put motherboxx down for the night. I hav...aw jeez. Tammy Wynette. Lady Stardust. Nina Simone...won't these women let a hard workin' man sleep.

The Count:
8,183 Songs
66.6 GB Free...I'm not making that up either so Throw The Goat

Monday, November 24, 2008

When do we get some pics of the broken hand... they should be posted for posterity you know. After all it should be well decorated with left-handed scribble by now.

PS. Happy Birthday, though it's belated.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

BATMAN R.I.P...Almost Finished!!!

then:

Batman #113, 1958

now:

go read now!
Batman #679, 2008

that's all...cryptic as all heck but if it infects your subconscious then I've done my job...
but remember...

from BATMAN #676...Red Skies of the Final Crisis...a preview of the next Batman & Robin team?
Wow... the Bruins had a spectacular comeback last night. Early scoring by the Sabres led them to a 3-1 lead at the end of the 1st, but the Bs came back and finished the game up 7-4 and leading the division by 6 points! Yowza. 7 wins in the last 8 games... could this be the year?

Monday, November 17, 2008

Didn't break the wall, huh? That sucks... all the frustration, pain, and dare I say regret without any of the visceral satisfaction of actually smashing something (metacarpals not withstanding).

Did you hit a stud, or just throw a punch like Brad Norton?

Sorry... couldn't resist. Take care of that paw.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

The Tao of Sully

Part 3:

On Kamma (Karma):


I Believe.

I Believe in Karma. I Have Proof! See?
No...Look Harder, Deeper. No...still don't believe me...look. It's in my hand...

Karma might be easier to define as what it isn't.
It's not what you might think it is. It's not what I think it is. Karma Just Is. And it's for us to accept it...not for us to mislabel for TrendySpeak. Karma is neither good nor bad...Karma is just Karma.

Saving "good" Karma...if the intention is selfish to make yourself appear better to others or even the HereAfter also the Here & Now to the Creator...then yes...that truly is Karma. Something to bind you to a cycle of rebirth to learn lessons...to purify one's soul I'd guess...

I'm looking at a literal Karma in my hand right now...it's swaddled in plaster & Ace bandage for the next 4-6 weeks. Such as kicking a dog and it biting you. Yes, very much Karma. Does the immediate reaction negate the volition of the initial action? So then the pond deepens...and we might need a raft.

When "bad" things happen...do we deserve them? Is Karma the Great Cosmic Excuse? Well...if we overthink it...of course it'll fall apart.
Subject to Decay are all Component Things. Karma is a "supramundane" thing...much like the cell walls of a tree leaf. It Just Is. It Works A Certain Way. A Cell Wall can be semi-permiable...it just lets in some liquids and lets some out. But a Cell Wall isn't to blame when the wind blows the leaf off the tree. Karma is like a nose; sometimes they run, sometimes they bleed, sometimes they're stuffy and most of the time it tells you something delicious is around. But is lack of the nose's sense to blame when we're punched in the face or fall flat on our faces?

Instead...I accept instinct when it informs me of karmic conditions. As the Dog Biting Man, breaking hearts/hearts broken, debt in this life/averice in a past...causes and effects. It's All the Same To Me.

'namaste...
THE SMOKING PUCK!

November 16, 2008
By Rev. Sully

Put 'Em Up!!!
aka: I Got the Birthday Brews...


HUZZAH!!! I bring you the Dharma! The Overman! A Message From The Mountain!!! Well...the Truth is This. Hockey is the best thing you're not watching. Me neither! I had tix to Thursday's Bruins spanking of Les Habitants de Montreal...but my company needed the out. I'm praying for Rod to get better and live well. We got a few more of these Bruins games to go to. If the Congregation would be so kind to remember my mom's friend for Genki! That's Japanese for Good Health! SLAINTE!!! That's Gaelic for the same thing. I myself was faced with a choice of going to the game alone. I declined, bashfully. I'm kind of on the Injured List and wouldn't have been able to drink...quite sedated in a pharmacological sense. It's not as beer and Vicodin don't mix (ask Brett Favre then Heath Ledger...yikes!)...it's Sedate and Bruins don't jive...

Besides what life throws at me, I feel such potential...as if a chakra is on the verge of blossoming somewhere along my body's spiritual median. Although I'm quite literally off-balance right now though. I broke my Right Hand. True. I'm a boob. Boob is one of my favorite palindromes but iDigress...
The ER Triage nurse asked me, "what did I punch?"...not whom. It's called the Boxer's Fracture...the 5th metacarpal of my right hand. Wow...such cliches fill my 3rd Eye...such as "Always Lead With Your Left". Yes...I punched a wall. Yes...I had it coming. If you've seen me at Bruins games then you know I've probably earned this...oh well.

The Bruins have a little X-Factor in hand this November...earning First place in the NorthEast Division, deserving these roaring fans. This X-Factor is a syzygy of hard work, team trust & a brand of toughness befitting the Black & Gold. Let's also recognize the mix of good goaltending, the patience to capitalize on the opposition's errors and a pride that comes with standing up to anything...or anyone...

This week I earn my Scorpion's stinger and look at life...as Gurney Halleck sung, "review, review, review...". Don't dwell...I realized the error of my way as soon as my fist recoiled..at least I didn't put my hand through my bedroom door. Nonetheless, I must be Bruins Tough as well. I must adapt & adjust. Take everything I've learned and apply it in a smarter fashion...I'm a Cook with a broken writing/chopping hand. Was the frustration worth this? No. But must I go on? Oh yeah. What would you do if the score was 4-0 and you were losing with 15 minutes left to play? Huh? Hockey is Life...there are life lessons to be learned that apply off-ice. That there is definitely a time to "put 'em up"...just lead with your left!

'Namaste,

Rev. Sully

PS This was typed one-handed...sheeeesh.


All Statistic used in this Smoking PUCK are courtesy of NHL Dot Com’s Statistics page. In the words of Doctor Hooey, “RTFM”.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

As I understand it Sully, Karma is more about this life than other lives, although that interpretation certainly varies with different religious traditions.

It's very much the result of your actions... not in an abstract spiritual hoodoo way, but in a very real and concrete sense. Karma is what you bring upon yourself as a result of your actions. It's not about divine blessings or punishment, but consequences and causal relationships. Karma means action, in the sense that what happens to you is your own doing.

If you kick a dog, and he bites you, that's your karma. Your action. You made that happen.

Likewise, if you give up your seat to an old lady and a cute girl is so impressed she asks for your number, that's not luck... it's the consequence of how you behaved. That's your karma.

HEY!!!

I GOT MARRIED!!!

HUZZAH... and yes Sully the playlist (or at least a large proportion of it was played! - the Monkey song was my favorite!).

xoxox

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

iRawk...Therefore iPod!

Matrimony Edition!


I once told an old friend of mine...I don't think I'm getting married this lifetime. It's OK...it's my Karma. For all my sins against womanhood. Wait a sec...karma has more to do with a past life than this life. So I'll suffer my sins against womanhood in the next life not this one if the Subcontinent really did invent Dharma...but iDigress...
Really...at this point in the game, my relationship karma is a frakkin' minefield.

Nonetheless...I take great joy in weddings and seeing my friends get hitched.

Meathead got married last year. He deserves it. Melissa's awesome!
Matt got hitched back in 2005. He deserves it. Jill's awesome!
And Leah got married this past Sunday. She deserves it. Chris is awesome!

Sometime it works. Sometimes it doesn't. I'd share more but that would be talking out of school. Sometimes it doesn't work but then God looks at your pathetic @$$ and takes mercy on you. Sometimes you outright deserve happiness and find it...Dr. Hooey did. He's on his second wife. So is my friend Keith. They're the happiest with themselves and with their spouses they've been in their lives. I only wish I can see Keith with his Missus more. It's good to reconnect with old friends...

Leah got married where she lives. New Zealand. It's where Chris is from. It's where she put down roots. I felt terrible I couldn't fly 1/2 way around the to attend her wedding. But I did get to send her an MP3 DVD full of music I hope she got to play at her reception...perhaps I could be honorary DeeJay in lieu of being there in body if not soul. She needed Wedding Music. We talked about it via email. I suggested I raid my Mighty iTunes and make the Perfect Wedding Mix...which I did. 132 songs long. Almost 8 hours. They'd only need a few hours but hey...sometimes these parties go all night long. I personally roll with the "24 Hour Party Mix" playlist just in case. Have you ever partied for a day straight? Meathead, Mario...I'm talking to you. We have...we know it's possible.

So I sat and stewed for days. Pondering...the Ultimate Party. More than a scant 24 hours of music...a wedding! What would you choose? Well...something to dance to! I filled it with the best dance musics possible courtesy of Dr. Hooey, CUBAN MUSIC! Buena Vista Social Club type!

Also plenty of Frank Sinatra. The Way You Look Tonight...a very fitting tune seeing how beautiful she looked on her wedding day. I've Got You Under My Skin. The Best is Yet To Come. Love & Marriage...also the theme to the Bundy's, FOX's "Married...With Children" sitcom. FRANK! C'mon...her maiden name was "Bellando"...Eye-talian...

Madonna...I love Madonna. One of my first real record albums was "Like A Virgin". She's as Metrosexual as I get nowadays besides the Aveeno scrub I use on my shaved head. Justify My Love, Deeper & Deeper.

Blondie...I don't know why but I piled up Debbie Harry & Co. on this disc. One Way or The Other. Tide is High. Dreaming. Atomic. It's just good party music.

A little bit of Astrud Gilberto...the Brazilian/German jazz singer of the 1960s. You'll know her when you hear her and already love her...famous for her version of "The Girl From Impanema".


So...I keep thinking about marriage. Maybe it's really good I'm not married. Or probably never will be. Listen, honestly I got really crazy behavior on my dad's side of the family. I mean...crazy. Maybe it's good that it stops with me. Maybe that's God's Plan. If that is...then I have to be alright with it or lest I end up a German existentialist. Heh!

But I am grateful for my wealth of friends. And that they are getting hitched...and reproducing because the world needs more good people in it.
Just like you.

'namaste...


The Count:
Still iPod-less...
Looking forward to a 120GB Classic for XMas

Monday, November 10, 2008


What's even cooler though? Leah got married! Woo hoo! Congratulations to the happy couple!

I got to go to Saturday night's game against the Sabres as a guest of the Bruins, thanks to my cousin who works for the Bruins' Charitable Foundation. We didn't have seats, but we had plenty of access, so we all ended up on the 9th floor, watching the game with the press. It was great! Not only did they have an announcer making sure you caught all the important details, but they had stat chicks come around after each period with the official NHL numbers for each player. It was sweet, and the view from directly above the ice is incredible!

Saturday, November 08, 2008

THE SMOKING PUCK!

November 8, 2008
By Rev. Sully

What's Brewin'?...Not Bear, Beer!!!
aka: Original Six Month???


Can you dig it? The Boston Bruins get to play All Other Five Teams of the Original Six in the Month of November...what a Birthday present! Yours Truly is a Scorpio with a mid-month B-Day. This coming Wednesday, the Beantown Bees play the Blackhawks in Chicago...then play the Montreal Canadiens the next night on home ice. The following game is against the NYC (Patoooie!) Rangers that Saturday night also to end the month of November on the 29th, the defending Stanley Cup Champions Detroit Red Wings. From 1941 until 1967, these were the only six teams in the NHL. The season ranged between 40-50 games then...no wonder why there were so many fights. Does not the old cliche say, "familiarity breeds contempt". These days the league is 30 teams large and 82 games deep...the fisticuffs have pretty much stayed regardless of how many trees are hugged by non-fan JAFOs.

I've taken to every time sophomore sensation Milan Lucic touches the PUCK...I bellow at the top of my Asthmatic lungs..."LOOOCH!!!" This young man embodies Boston Bruins Hockey. Tough, smart, big & bad. He's complete. He's also a staple on the First Line. It's also an esoteric Hockey thing...such as the Montreal Canadien fans. They're savvy and follow the gameplay closely. I noticed this last year...it was the 2007/08 NHL season and the American Dollar was as weak as a newborn baby. I was attending two games last season versus Les Habitants de Montreal and I noticed when captain Zdeno Chara touched the Puck...every Canadiens fan in My House would "boooooo!!!". I think it had something to do when he was an Ottawa Senator to boot. I simply have to do my part...especially seeing my next game is next Thursday against Les Habs...and those Habs fans ALWAYS show up. Hey...I don't mind 'em as the other Gallery Gawds do. I actually like them a bit. Sometimes I really think Boston fans love to hate the opposition more than they like watching the game...but iDigress...
But lemme tell you something about "LOOOCH!"...as of 8:30PM tonight he leads the teams with 51 hits. He really finishes "checks"...and Swedes and Yanks and Canucks and Finns and Russkies...he an Equal Opportunity Hitter. Hey...he scored his first hat trick this year. And he's Bruins Tough. I'm sure that LOOOOCH will be my next jersey...should I wait for the Big Contract? NAH!

Well...what's the Buzz. I'm brewin' beer with Posty tomorrow. Actually it's already brewed, now we have to bottle it. It's a Black Licorice stout...my attempt at a dessert beer. Last beer we brewed together was a Vanilla/Smoked Bourbon stout which will be ready to drink on Thanksgiving. On Thanksgiving Friday though I'll be at the Garden for the NYI Noon matinee. I better watch my buzz at the game...lots of kids at Matinees. There's an odd equal of the amount of beer I drink against the amount of vulgarity that come from this Loud Mouth.

Speaking of having a mouth...what am I doing talking to you??? I should be paying attention to the Bruins game! Playing against division rival Buffalo Sabres and vying for FIRST PLACE??? The Boston Bruins? The Whipping Boys of Boston Sports Culture? You betcha! I'm gonna go watch the rest of my game...drink the rest of my beer and eat the rest of my pizza. And sleep the rest of the night so I can enjoy bottling home"bru" Sunday.

'Namaste,

Rev. Sully


All Statistic used in this Smoking PUCK are courtesy of NHL Dot Com’s Statistics page. In the words of Doctor Hooey, “RTFM”.
101 Things That Should Not Exist:

46. Catholic School Closings in Boston:
How can a neighborhood such as South Boston consider itself to be proud Irish-Catholic when its Parochial Schools has been widdled down to One. Gate of Heaven is closing it's well...Gates. It will be merged with St. Brigid's. I went to Catholic schools as a kid. There's a lot to it so I'm taking this one personally. On the other hand, Change is the Essence of the Cosmos so what am I bitchin' 'bout...

47. Electoral College Even after Obama:
Look...landslides are great but the Electoral College was established when America was about 1/8th its current geographical size and WAY before the Civil War when the US was a Union of States & Commonwealths with a weak Federal Government versus a Nation with a Huge, Intrusive Federal Government. Not to mention the Information/IntrePoop Age has done much to wipe clean the lines of congressional districts into socio/political cliques of Ideals. Isn't it time to try Presidential Politics with a Popular Vote? Hasn't the Age of the Electoral College passed? Popular Vote in 2008 was Obama 65,340,608, McCain 57,358,053 opposed to Electoral Votes Obama 365 (projected), McCain 162 (projected). Obama still would have won, you know.

48. Christmas Music in the First Week of November???:
Uh-uh. X-Mas comes after Thanksgiving, Recession or Not. Sheeesh. Don't you see you're being had...people want you to start thinking not about X-Mas but X-Mas Presents? Are you picking up what I'm putting down?

49. Republicans Acting Like Republicans...aka Poor Sarah Palin:
I never thought I'd be thinking that but "poor Sarah Palin". Losing the 2008 Election was not her fault...it was the Bush Years' Fault. Not Mavericks Being Mavericky. Republicans have more to answer for than foisting the wrong VEEP on McCain...there's Hurricane Katrina, Iraq/Afghanistan, Guantanamo Bay, economic policies leading to the Crisis/Recession, and a little something called 9/11 (and my favorite forgotten moment in the Great American Attention Span was George W. Bush referring to Americans as "consumers" in his post-attack press conferences, advising us to get out there and spend to be "normal"...file this "consumer" thought under X-Mas Music in Early November as well, mouthbreathers). Palin wasn't the Problem...although as an ex-Republican Myself, I thought McCain would have been better served by another woman...Italics Courtesy of my usual ironic, clever twist. After First Lady-Elect Michelle Obama's "All-American Girl" Speech at the Democratic National Convention, I knew McCain needed a woman for electability...so I casted Democratic Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi's opposite number across the Aisle; I thought first of Maine's very own Rep. Senator Olympia Snowe...but could Snowe pander to the Religious Right being pro-Choice and Equal Rights? No Way, Jose.
Looking back, was that the constituency needed to make America Great? America Spoke but iDigress...

Sunday, November 02, 2008

THE SMOKING PUCK!

November 2, 2008
By Rev. Sully

It's All Gone to Pot...Roast That Is!
aka: I Have No Clue How I Got Home After The Game last Night...


I woke up with the sunlight bright through my bedroom window. The extra hour of sleep with the return of Standard Time was cashed in with plenty of water and Tylenol...I woke up with very little wear from the Night Before. The iTunes was playing Antioch 1710 and was playing radio dramas from this date in history...it was clocking in at 10 hours playing. Wait a sec...how did I get home. The last thing I remember sitting in the corner booth at Porters with Meathead & His Missus. I called him and asked him if they drove me home...he laughed very loudly & from the Heart. I must have gone to the Green Line and either rode the bus or walked all the way home. Wow...I can't remember. But I made it home...I remember getting up for water & Tylenol in the night...but how did I get here? Wow.

Sunday afternoon watching the "Bruins In 2", the New England Sports Network's rebroadcast in 2 hours. Watching everything I forgot about what I witnessed in the Bruins 5-1 win over the Dallas Stars. Especially the fight-filled, 3 goal 3rd period. I'm hoping this jogs my memory somehow. It's not. I remember almost getting into a beef with the douchebags behind us...I remember drinking a boatload of beer and probably spending way too much in these days of Financial Crisis. This 3rd period is really exciting...where was I??? Was I in the beer line, bathroom, paying more attention to douchebaggery, or getting another chili cheese dog? I got mustard all over my blue jeans again. Nonetheless, the path home is still unclear.

We were in the Gallery...up in the Balcony where the thin air makes the beer work quicker. Talk about "up"...the Beer prices are now up to $8.00. Again...wow. And I made a point to drink as much as I could before the game. But at the game...sheesh. We never want do be drinking 4-5 beer at the game but it happens. You look down to see three more waiting in addition to the one in your hand...whew.

I didn't wake up with a mouthful of blood & pelt, naked next to a gazelle with its throat chewed out, in the zoo again...so that's a good sign. Did I wait for a bus...did I take the first bus and walk part the way or did I wait for my bus, the one that drops me off at my street. I'm recovering by feeding my soul...and any roommates that are home. Willie Nelson told me once a man who can make a good pot roast will never dine alone. So the house is filled with the smell of slow-cooking beef, carrots and potatoes. Real Sunday Dinner for the 8PM Patriots Game. I'm lucky I have all my teeth to chew my dinner...I came very close to emulating the on-ice antics with the fellows behind me. I ain't a tough guy and I haven't scraped my knuckles on another man in years...but still. That's the Balcony for you...that's how the Gawds behave.

Well...the pot roast is done & delicious. Let's see if Willie's Wisdom comes to a boil. Gravy, carrots, potatoes...the only thing I'm missing is a big old apple pie for dessert. I'll say a little Sunday Dinner grace as my late Grandma Anne would appoint me in charge of...having someone force you to do something really creates a distain in independent people. I really hated saying grace...still do but I guess now that Grandma's gone...like it or not...the Puck has been passed to me. I'm not about to genuflect, cross myself or appeal to the Trinity even still I'll say a few kind words to God and give thanks on a Sunday Dinner and say grace. My favorite grace I said at Meathead & His Missus' Wedding. I had something all written up...overmeaningful...windy. And when it came time...I was simply grateful and gave thanks. I said, "Rub-A-Dub-Dub...thanks for the Grub, Yay God!" My favorite prayer to top it off. At least since it was so close to Meathead's birthday, I came close to getting him hit in the head, again. Thanks for the Game, Meathead & The Missus! Yeah...I need a black & gold tee-shirt that says "Instant @$$Hole...Just Add Beer". They're great to put up with me. Gawd Love Em! Let's Give Thanks! For Good Food, Good Friends, Good Beer and Good Times! HUZZAH!!!

Just Another Night at the Game with Meathead. And I still can't remember how I got home.

'Namaste,

Rev. Sully


All Statistic used in this Smoking PUCK are courtesy of NHL Dot Com’s Statistics page. In the words of Doctor Hooey, “RTFM”.