So far, it's been an enjoyable Easter Sunday. I got to sleep in and I also got some quality time in by the pool, catching some rays and hopefully getting some color on my pasty white body. I also got to talk to my family for a bit, along with a couple of my favorite gals. Stephanie called me this morning, again about five minutes after I'd gone to bed--she has impeccable timing. So instead of going out, we made plans to get together next Saturday after work. I also talked to Andrea, firming up our plans to attend the Grand Opening at Red Rock on Tuesday night.
So it sounds like it should be a pretty fun week.
While talking with the family, I found out the most unbelievable thing. My brother-in-law David (Cyndi's husband) informed me that the prize money is on the way for, get ready for it--winning the frickin' March Madness bracket pool! Holy shiat--I only had one team going to the Final Four, UCLA, and I won the whole damn thing. It just goes to show just how bad we all did. But the free money is always a nice bonus, so I think I'll treat myself to lunch at Metro Pizza later on this week, and maybe even have two Newcastles instead of just one.
I don't know if this was the case in the rest of the country, but yesterday I was so damn mad I could've eaten glass. Ok, lets see. It was Saturday, a holiday weekend, springtime, and I have 300+ channels available to me on tv. Was there a SINGLE major league baseball game to be found anywhere all afternoon long? You would think there would be at least one, but you'd be wrong. Seriously, what the fark is up with that? At least today I got to watch the Padres-Braves game. Thank you TBS for stepping up where lame-ass FOX and ESPN didn't. As a sports fan, it's infuriating to have three major sports seasons in full swing, and not be able to catch a single game. And Bud Selig wonders why NFL is the Master of All Creation while Major League Baseball used to be America's national pastime. Seriously, did they think that nobody would be interested in seeing the Dodgers and Giants play? Or Cincy in St. Louis? And even the Mets are on fire--any of those three games would've gotten a national audience. But no, I was stuck watching a Busch race on some second-rate cable channel, or I would've had to watch a golf tournament where all of the biggies except Ernie Els took the weekend off.
Talk about being pissed off. There is no excuse for Major League Baseball to not be broadcasting (nationwide) at least two day games every weekend and holiday throughout the season. That should be lesson numero uno in Running a Professional League 101.
Since I had no sports to watch, after I finished up all of my chores, I spent a little time doing some online shopping. First of all, I ordered a couple more pairs of those trendy black polyester pants that I have to wear to work every night. It's amazing how much abuse they take working in a casino. And it would be even worse if we didn't wear aprons. I've got three pairs going to the alteration shop to be repaired tomorrow, and this morning I sewed up a seam on one pair that I could fix myself. But I can never have too many, so I ordered some more. While I was at it I also bought a couple of new t-shirts--none with the pithy sayings I've become somewhat famous for, but one was just a St. Louis Cardinals shirt, and the other one is a Captain Morgan t-shirt. Gotta pay homage to my particular dashboard saint, ya know.
After that I went to Amazon.com and ordered a couple more sailing books that were on sale, along with a replacement cd of The Commitments soundtrack that the lead singer from the band I was with nine years ago stole from me. And we still never got around to playing Mustang Sally before we broke up. Jimmy quit, Jody got married. Shoulda known we'd never get far...
So that's the news for today. I'm just chillin' here at the house waiting until I have to head back to the casino for eight hours of staring at cocktail waitresses and pitching cards.
God, I love this town!
Mikey
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