This is Nuts!

http://www.ksdk.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=147088

Really? A peanut-free section at Busch Stadium? Seriously? This isn't a joke?

C'mon people. I understand that a lot of people have allergies, but are we seriously going to ban peanuts from specific sections at baseball games? I know people with all sorts of allergies . . . peanuts, shellfish, cologne, perfume, laundry detergents, pet dander . . .. I mean, I would love to sit in a section that banned people who have cats. The dander gets all over their clothes, then the wind blows it off their clothes, and the next thing you know, and it's all over me! How can I be expected to enjoy a baseball game under those conditions? Honestly, I know a guy who is allergic to beer. Perhaps Busch Stadium ought to have a beer-free section as well.

The Memorial Day Observation

This is not an overly serious website. However, there are those occasions on which seriousness is truly necessary. Today, as I go to the pool, grill out on my deck and drink a cold beer, I will be mindful of why I'm not at work today. All should be so mindful. To my knowledge, I have known one person who died serving his country. There may be others who I knew once upon a time and just didn't realize they went into the service as adults. One of my best friends on the planet is currently serving in the Marine Corps. Another good friend from college spent time in both Iraq and Afghanistan since 2001. Without these people, you and I wouldn't be celebrating Memorial Day at our cushy neighborhood pools and, most certainly, would not be able to post blogs regarding our thoughts on government, education and the like. Thanks to the folks who put themselves on the line so that ordinary Americans like myself can take my luxuries for granted.

I Thought it Was Just a Saying!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24740175/?GT1=43001


Picture it. You're sitting in a restaurant looking over the menu. As you scan through the various items, you notice the place is selling a burger for $175. You kind of do a double-take, thinking to yourself, "That can't be right." You look again and see that it really does say $175. You say aloud: "What does it come with gold or something?"

Um, yes, it does. The Wall Street Burger Shoppe sells a $175 burger that includes flakes of real gold. For what possible reason would you eat a hamburger that contained flakes of gold? I mean, if you have that much d@mn money to throw around, can you not think of something more worthwhile? Eating gold? Forget what it might taste like or what it could do to your digestive system (Doh!). It's just stupid. I'm thinking about opening up a more blue-collar type of place next to it where you can get a $3 burger stuffed with nickels. It might not go down as easy, but it'll cost you a lot less.

Salute to the Spurs!

Despite my previous post regarding the inability to stay awake for an NBA basketball game, I spent last night watching the San Antonio Spurs defeat the New Orleans Hornets to advance to the Western Conference Finals. I say this every year at this time, but the Spurs have to be the most under-appreciated great time I've ever seen. They've won four of the last nine NBA titles, and they've done it in an era where most experts think someone else is better every year. This season, all the talk was the Shaq trade to Phoenix and Jason Kidd to Dallas. Um, both those teams are out. The Spurs just quietly go about their business, and they just plan win. San Antonio may very well lose to the Lakers this week (they will almost certainly be an underdog). But even if they do, they've still won four of ten titles, made the playoffs every year, and gotten almost no recognition for it. Their players aren't flashy. They don't load up on endorsements. They just play great basketball, every year. Oh, and they don't wind up in mug shots either. Maybe that's why we don't talk about them. I, for one, would love to see the Spurs capture a fifth title in ten years. Maybe then we'll start thinking of them as a dynasty.

Open Memo to the NBA

I just don't understand what they're doing in the NBA. I am a basketball fan who wants to watch these games. But, I also have two kids and a full-time job. I can't exactly stay up until 1 a.m. on a Wednesday night. One of the most compelling series out there is San Antonio-New Orleans. I want to watch this series. I really do. But, at halftime of last night's game, it was already 10:30. The Spurs ended up winning and forcing a Game 7. Sweet, I thought. That game will surely be this weekend when I can watch it. Nope. It's not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not even the Sunday matinee. Instead, that series is taking three days off so that it can be when? Monday night, likely at 9 or 10 p.m. I guess I'll get to see the first half of that one too. Super.

This Airline Stinks!

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5hVuRSP5uRqX1ew5mij_B0g3RZ9PQD90KOIE80


Jet Blue Airlines is the defendant in a lawsuit that claims a man was forced to sit in the airplane bathroom for about three hours during a flight from New York to San Diego. Apparently, this guy was allowed to fly standby even though there really weren't enough seats. The flight attendant, who had offered to sit in one of those fold-away chairs to accommodate the man, became uncomfortable. So, they told this guy to go sit in the bathroom for the rest of the flight.

Um, this is kind of a silly lawsuit. BUT, I think I'd sue too. I can hardly imagine being in an airplane bathroom for five minutes, let alone three hours. Poor guy. I think I'd rather be told I needed to sit in the overhead compartment.

Worst Idea Ever.......Ever

Last week, I made some remarks about how movie-makers were running out of ideas. I said that the movie "Made of Honor" was nothing more than a cheap knock-off of "My Best Friend's Wedding." It's not that I was wrong, but I have re-evaluated my position. Why, you ask?

I heard on the radio this morning a review of a movie called "Teeth." It is quite simply the worst idea for a movie I've ever heard. The premise is a young woman who, throughout the course of the movie, begins to realize that she has grown teeth in an unmentionable place. Are you kidding me? Who came up with this cr@p, and how does that person still have a job?

Movie-makers, please, I beg you. Go back to making cheap knock-offs. Your new ideas are disturbing and sensationally bad. I have to go throw up now.