Mrs74 has been down this weekend with bronchitis, so I've been tending to her needs. I didn't take too much time to watch sports this weekend and I'm glad I didn't. This would have been a weekend when Ricky would have been calling me several times. He could have been the world's greatest general manager.
Sports are meant as a diversion. Pro sports even more so. As a Cleveland pro sports fan-and as I get older less and less a fanatic, it was obvious we didn't have such a good weekend.
Our beloved Cleveland Indians were swept by the Cincinnati Redlegs. I can't call them the Reds, because I know my down state friend Pat J is a fan and he wouldn't be a fan of anything that anyone could remotely accuse of being communist. Anyway it's time for these overpaid hitters to do their jobs. C'mon Wedge, do some inspiring.
Meanwhile in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, the Cavaliers, of Lebron James have been eliminated by the Boston Celtics in the NBA playoffs. Now maybe Lebron can deliver some of these 23 cent pizzas. I need you to deliver one to Springfield, so a certain blogger will quit whining.
Personal to Gloria James: I wouldn't take what your son said to you in public(sit your a** down) from any of my children. I think you should wash Lebron's mouth out with soap and send him to bed without his dessert.
Basketball season in Cleveland is over. Then again today is May 18. Basketball should have been finished a long time ago.