Monday, April 02, 2007

Startin' Out Mad and Endin' Up Mad Happy

Good Mornin' Blues, Blues How Do You Do?
I'm up listening to the radio and writing some spasm writing, like "Zeek the Geek found solace in the dove heads he found already severed but not eaten in the bag at the back of the Loud Bean Company--"Hey, afore ye throw them dove heads into that pot, how 'bout a deal?" "What cha got to trade, Zeek?" "My own vomit with my last night's performance still perserved in it...." "I like it, but what's the meat in it, Zeek?" "Turtle heads." "Wow, I'd like to have seen that performance...." "I'm doin' it again next Wednesday at The Geek Band Ball in Jig Street, bring the family." "OK, Zeek, the bag of dove heads for your own puke." "Where should I put it?" "Just dump it in that vat over there--the one marked 'barbecued beans like Grandma used to make.'"

Spasm writing while listening to an American-Iraqi who'd sold his restaurant in Minnesota and gone back to his home town of Nasriye, I think, town, hell, it's a couple'a hundred thousand, or at least it once was afore thousands fled the area...anyway, this dude had left Minnesota and gone back to Iraq and once back there he formed a group called "Muslims for Peace" and they go about trying to keep communities together while the war brought on by We the People's Amurican army rages all around them.

He was talking about how difficult it was to travel about the streets of cities or to go out into hinterland villages and told about how just recently he and his driver were detouring about the area and were suddenly, like out of nowhere, confronted with a US Army patrol who approached the car with their weapons aimed directly at them. This dude said he quickly got his American driver's license out of his wallet and started waving it at a young kid soldier who was coming toward him. "I'm an American," he hollered at the young man. To which the young man replied, seeing his American driver's license, "Are you really an American?" This guy said he replied "You betcha I am," trying to use American vernacular to continue proving he was an American. Then, he continued, the young soldier said, "I'm getting my commander," and then a heavy-medaled officer came over and said, "Man, what the fuck are you doing over here?" To which our dude replied, "What the fuck are you doing over here?" They were then given permission to proceed. This dude said had he not been able to produce that American driver's license and speak English like an American, he and his driver would have surely been dragged out of their vehicles and since this was a combat force on a war mission would have surely been shot in the head and left in the ditch as the Americans moved on with their "surge" policing mission.

That made me so mad I started growling in babble-growl--you know, like blaming every blame in the whole blame world on my fool leaders, my fool State Department, with 20,000 workers and only 20 who speak Arabic. Fool leaders who drool at the mouth for war. War is so enriching. Their coffers are overflowing. All this while Nancy "Rich Bitch" Pelosi is standing up in front of a group of Israelis in Jerusalem trumpeting that "Iran is not only a threat to Israel, it is a threat to the whole world!" There goes rich bitch following her investments. F the American voters who put her booty into the Speaker's chair. To Hell with Americans who want the troops brought home last night--that's how you support these poor young boobs who are brainwashed into the gung-ho state the military belts you upside the head with, like a thumb-sucking kid hearing "YOU EITHER GOTTA LEARN TO KILL OR YOUR GONNA GET KILLED." Kill or be killed. That's the cops's motto, too. Attacking in waves. It's an obsolete way to fight wars, but it's West Point's way which is old British Military ways....see I'm babbling again.

What Makes This Wolf Happy?
BASEBALL SEASON HAS BEGUN...and both New York teams look like champions already.

I got out of my funk this morning by realizing the Yankees were opening their season at the old stadium (Steinbrenner has finally coaxed the city into backing him a new full-of-luxury-box-hotel-Disneyland-like-monstrosity of a thing that will be praised for its respect for the real House that Ruth built) at 1:30, and the day was beautiful, a little overcast, a little chilly but a perfect day for baseball and then the game began and Praise the Lard of Lards the heavens opened up and the Sun of Man shown down and the game began and sure 'nuff, just like last year the Yankees started like a house afire, Jorge Posado clobbering the first Yankee home run of the year, but then, same as last year, the starting pitcher, after pitching three pretty good innings, suddenly reverted back to his old Double A ball days, and in the third T-Bay got a run, 3-1 Yankees, but then in fourth, wham-O, Pavano (Oh, I forgot to mention big old medical bill and salary stealer Carl Pavano was pitching--he hadn't pitched in over a year--two years in a row he'd been a disaster, but, the Yankees had so much money in him they had to rebuild his ass, operations, bullshit cheap-ass athletic cosmetic surgery, but still old Carl was injured, oh my, his back went out, oh my, his shoulder hurt, oh my, he's out for the rest of the year. So here he was in the fourth inning and Tampa Bay gets 3 big runs off him and take a 4-3 lead. I wasn't worried. It was so good to have baseball back I simply blocked it out of my mind, including the bottom of the fourth when A-Rod struck out and, OK, so they went down 1, 2, 3, I'm a Yankee fan, I know they come from behind--they always do--their pitchers always give up 5 runs by the 5th inning, it's traditional by now, so I just said, OK, they got the heaviest hitting offense in baseball, let's leave it up to those dudes. And from the fifth inning on, it was Yankee Holy Day. The boys caught fire. They tied it up in the sixth when Jeter got a base hit with the bases loaded and two runs scored to tie it up. From then on it was a perfect Yankee game. Vizcayano pitched perfectly. Reliever Broonzy was good. Farnsworth was perfect in the eighth inning, setting it up for Mariano. Then in seventh, A-Rod got a hit and stole second; then Giambi got a hit and scored A-Rod; Yankees up by 1. From there on the Yankees were perfect. In the bottom of the eighth, they cut loose, Mankevich gets an HBP, Cabrera bunts him over, the Jeter grounds out, but Abreu gets a base hit knocking in Mankevich, and then A-Rod comes back up, Abreu on first, and then BLAMMMMM! and there she goes, straight out over the centerfield wall and all the way to the back wall of the Yankees's bullpen. 9-4 Yanks.

Guess what happened in the ninth with Rivera making his first appearance of the year? Mo struck out the side. Wow. What a hell of an opening day game for a Yankee fan.

Our own sports guru Marv Backbiter was at the game, but he's too iffy this time'a year; we can't get him to start reporting until he knows for sure the Yankees are going to be in it--that may be August before Marv submits a report--we'll see.

Mets were great, too; Glavine showing his guts and skill and his determination to get that 300th game this year, his last year probably. Mets were thunderous offensively, too. SUBWAY SERIES, New Yorkers. This year we're gonna do it...but then...we'll see...one never knows, especially with baseball, do one?

I'm a happy howling wolf as I go to bed now...

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler

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