A Frame That Didn’t Fit

When I first started hearing the news about Jussie Smollett being attacked in Chicago a few weeks back, I did have the odd thought that the attack sounded “too perfect” to my ears. When I considered that, I had absolutely no idea that this thought was perfect – and that the attack was indeed a work of fiction.

I’m old enough to hear about the Tawana Brawley allegations back in the late 1980s, and I know that every once in a while history tends to repeat itself – whether it means to or otherwise.

The events sadden me that there are people out there, regardless of color or creed, who want to get at our current President at all costs. I’m also of the opinion that it could also be plausible that Smollett didn’t think of this idea all by himself – the only question is if it is something that can be proven in a court of law.

Other than that, I really don’t think there is much left to say – and that giving the man any more space would be a waste of such space.

A Trip To The Spa

One of the bigger stories the past few days was the news that New England Patriots owner Robert Kraft had been caught on video at a West Palm Beach day spa with a prostitute that wasn’t a legal resident of the United States.

In the words of comedian Judy Tenuta, it could happen. Heck, it’s even possible (somewhat) that Kraft might not have known the sex worker in question was an illegal alien. Not likely, but possible.

This brings to mind my own little spa story – and, unfortunately for me, my 20-something naivete.

Sometime in the 1990s when I was working at the Sun Radio Network in St. Pete, I would have access to the Tampa Tribune – a newspaper no longer around that always played second fiddle to the then St. Petersburg Times, now the Tampa Bay Times. I’d always read the Tribune’s sports page, which had an ad for something called a “hot tub spa” over in north Tampa. Sounded like a plan to me, so I went and had a glance on one Monday evening when I was off from work.

The building was nondescript (which could have been my first red flag), one of those places that seemed to fit with the other stores and shops within it. I wasn’t totally naive – I figured some nudity amongst the women there would be included, but how it exactly worked was a mystery. I figured you sit in a hot tub and the girls get in bikinis, and for a higher rate of payment lose parts or all of same.

The hot tubs in question were all a front for – you guessed it – prostitution. I paid for this thin blonde young woman (who was definitely American) to get naked, as did I, but within a few minutes, I got nervous and aborted the rest of my “mission” so to speak. It’s not like I was a well-known figure in the local radio scene – but I couldn’t help but think that if I got busted here, that may change and not for the better. With the thin build the young woman had – could she have been underage? Did I have a Traci Lords situation on my hands?

The moral of the story, if there is one – it probably doesn’t hurt to ask around if you have the urge to go to one of these places. It might save you some trouble – luckily for me, my “urge” came long before trafficking and sex trafficking became an issue. Nowadays, you don’t know what you’d get at a place like that, and it’s not like they would tell you.

Flashback: “Don’t Stop The Music” by Rhianna

It’s Flashback Friday time once again, but today is also my 1,800th blog post – just 200 to go to my goal of doing 2,000 of these entries, which I should reach sometime next year.

This Rhianna tune, released in 2007 and reaching #3 on the Billboard charts in early 2008, is one of many different songs with this same exact title. I picked this version because it’s probably the best known nowadays, plus it fits my rule of a song being at least 10 years old (2009 or earlier, presently) to be featured.

Two Cups Of Coffee

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Hey you – yes, you.

How has your relationship with coffee evolved over the years?

I used to hate coffee. When I worked in radio at the old Sun Radio Network, I usually had the Saturday morning shift. A local legendary gardening expert (who had a local show on Sunday on the big local talk station, WFLA) would host the first show – and would always ask me if I had made coffee. I lived ten miles away and had a temperamental car at that time, so quite frequently making coffee wasn’t the first thing on my to-do list getting the station up and running at 8:00.

Could I have done it? Probably. Most of the time, I had other priorities.

Fast-forward to the present day. My first three priorities are usually these: get Harry out of the porch area I keep him at night (otherwise he’d drive me crazy) where he’s free to roam around and get food and water as needed, feed him half a can of pet food, and making coffee.

There’s no great trick in making coffee. Grab a filter, fill it up with ground coffee, pour in the water – bada boom, bada bing. A few minutes later, you’re ready to go. Two cups in the morning, one in the afternoon – and that should keep you going all day.

Funny how the things you loathe when you’re younger become the go-to things to do in your life as you get older.

Demons Begone

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It’s been 10 days since I switched phone and Internet providers – and the oddest thing has happened in the days after the switch. The calls from those Asian scammers have gone completely – cross my fingers, and knock on wood.

And no, I don’t want them back – they were an annoyance to deal with every day.

The new providers give me a “Nomorobo” feature free of charge, so I take advantage of that – and the opportunity they give you to get rid of third-party calls. I take advantage of both – and though the phone might ring once before the Nomorobo swats the calls away, let’s just say I’m pleased with the results.

It wasn’t like I was going to see with my old company regardless – the new company offered a much quicker Internet at a much more affordable price. The ability not to deal with the scammers has proven to be an added bonus.

Borders And Godfathers

The news will no doubt breathlessly report the coming deadline after which there could be another partial financial government shutdown – provided a deal to fund a wall at the border isn’t reached.

Funny how current events and old movies can often correlate with each other. Over the weekend, I watched the first two Godfather movies over the weekend – and was reminded of the Senator Geary character played so brilliantly by G.D. Spradlin, who in my opinion was one of the more underrated artists of our time. If G.D. was in a movie with that authoritarian/villain role he was good at – you knew that movie was going to be a bit better.

Geary initially derided Michael Corleone, but when the Senator gets caught at a brothel with a dead woman the Senator didn’t murder but would no doubt have to explain – he is forced to change his tune quickly and starts doing the bidding of the mobster, publicly praising him at a Senate hearing.

As for the present day, the story is well known and public record that several politicians were for a border wall before they were (currently) against it. So, some event is pushing the move against the wall – namely, the current President (Donald Trump) being for it.

In my world view, the country is being held hostage – not by President Trump (as any Democrat would no doubt allege and will again soon), but by professional jealousy. The left and probably some on the Republican side as well – don’t want the President to pull off what other Presidents have tried and neglected to do. So, they throw every obstacle conceivable out there as a firewall to prevent it from happening.

Personally, I think POTUS should declare the national emergency if we get to February 15th and there is another shutdown looming. It will no doubt throw a challenge to the courts, but with all the noise the Dems are making about how a challenge would be successful in overturning the President’s decree – could they be bluffing?

The Shiny New Toy

I remember sitting down to watch NBC on February 3, 2001, to watch this new thing called the XFL, Vince McMahon, who I had known for being the voice of WWF (later the WWE) wrestling, had some ideas on how to make professional football greater, teaming up with TV guru Dick Ebersol.

A little over eighteen years later, it’s another Saturday night of wonder and mysteries abound. This time, another new thing called the AAF is getting started – with seemingly boundless comparisons between this league and the 2001 XFL venture. By the way, a new XFL gets started next year – so it’s not beyond the realm of possibility that two spring pro football leagues could wind up going head to head if the AAF survives the first year of its existence. Charlie Ebersol, Dick’s son, runs the league – and the NFL and CFL provide the players that need development.

Much like the 2001 XFL, there are innovative rules. Kicking will only be done via punts and field goals – extra points can only be two-point conversions, and there will be no kickoffs. In lieu of an onside kick, the kicking team scrimmages from their own 28-yard line and has one play to achieve 12 yards, a de facto 4th and 12 situation.

Overtime will be limited to one possession for each team in the original “Kansas tiebreaker” format some state high school governing bodies have, such as Florida. Each team gets the ball from ten yards out – and if the game remains tied, the game goes into the books as a tie game, though I imagine they’d play recurring overtimes in a playoff game where a winner was needed.

Eight teams play in the league in two four-team divisions over ten games, with four teams proceeding to the playoffs – exactly the format the 2001 XFL had.

I hope the league does well, though I wonder once baseball starts up again in late March if it will hold my interest. There’s a market for spring football – but I can’t envision both the AAF and the 2020 XFL going one simultaneously.

What’s In A (Prank) Name?

This is not going to be a post for virgin ears, so forgive me in advance – that being said, I love a good prank name!

The scene above is from Porky’s, where the gang led by Edward “Pee Wee” Morris (because he was diminutive in more than the obvious way) plays a prank on Wendy Williams, played by Kaki Hunter. Pee Wee pages for somebody named Mike Hunt, and Wendy eventually figures out the joke. Say that name quick a few times, and I think you’ll get the joke of it all.

Over the years, I’ve heard a few such names, like:

  • Al Kaholic
  • Ben Dover
  • Hugh Jazz
  • Jack Mehoffer
  • Mike Hawk
  • Dick Hertz
  • Anita Dick
  • Jenna Tallia
  • and, Ollie Toobogger

Nope, Bob Wehadababyeetsaboy didn’t make the cut. Sorry.

Super After Thoughts

Well, another Super Bowl game is in the can – and it was another unique albeit not all that artistic of an affair. The Patriots defeated the Rams 13-3 to claim a sixth NFL championship for Tom Brady to close out the 2010’s decade of Super Bowls.

It’s a shame that a lot of fans don’t appreciate Brady for what he’s done – and I wonder if there will ever be a quarterback who plays in the NFL to do what he has. I get why people hate him, for sure – but I was telling friends when the game ended that I thought the Patriots and what they’ve done the past two decades stands alone as one of the great achievements in American sports.

The Yankees won five straight titles from 1949 to 1953 – but back in a time before MLB had a draft that could equally distribute prospects out to every team, which they didn’t have until 1965. The Celtics won a string of NBA championships in the 1960’s – but there were only a few NBA teams most of that time. UCLA won the men’s college basketball title for a slew of years, back when only conference champions played in the NCAA tournament most of that stretch. Put any of those teams in the social media era of today, and yeah – I could get why they would hate on them.

Tom Brady deserves his due, and no matter what he does the rest of the way in his career, he’s the most renowned championship winning QB of all time. Maybe there’s someone out there right now who can win seven Super Bowls in the future, and maybe there isn’t. Until then, Brady deserves the mantle.