In 1993 we watched Joe Carter hit the walk off home run to beat the Philadelphia Phillies in the World Series. We watched it here. At the cottage. In those days the signal came from the "TV Tower" a mile from here. The TV Tower was taken down and cut up for scrap when television … Continue reading Scotiabank Arena Miracle Part Deux
Author: BlackSheep
Rain (A Poem)
Rain, rain, go away I want to play horseshoes today Wet dogs indoors are not my thing Wet flip flops stuck with cedar leaves I bought an extra data plan To make the cell a wifi zone To hook the laptop to the phone To get the image on TV I hate all this technology … Continue reading Rain (A Poem)
Horsing Around via Horseplay and Horseshoes
This is the last post before the weekend. I'm heading to the cottage for a couple of days. I don't blog at the cottage. I throw horseshoes, abiding by the cottage rules: Rule 1: You must be able to throw the regulation distance. Rule 2: You must always have a beverage in your non-throwing hand. … Continue reading Horsing Around via Horseplay and Horseshoes
One Hundred and Eighty
One hundred and eighty posts! Join me as I step back into the archives of a sheep mind.
Tyler Durden (A Poem)
There's a story I came across today, In the Bible on a random page. I compared it to a matching verse, After a quick Wikipedia search. I started to have a little fun, In Chronicles One, verse twenty-one. It was so much fun I wanted some more, So I checked Samuel Two, verse twenty-four. As … Continue reading Tyler Durden (A Poem)
Planetary Parents (The Polls are Open)
What's better than the Prime Dictator? The Mom and Dad of Prime Dictators, your planetary parents.
It’s Five O’Clock
I actually made it. Through the bad morning news. Through the personal shit. Through the waking insomnia. Through the auto parts store parking lot with the people who can't drive. Through the gas station that couldn't sell me propane because someone called in sick. Through the knee deep grass on my swampy lawn. Cut and … Continue reading It’s Five O’Clock
