slcbob

Those who can, do. Those who can't, prognosticate. Those who can't prognosticate, make horrible predictions that put people into snowdrifts and under inflatable arches and into the portaloo and otherwise drag down the vibe. And post about it in this forum.

I had to go back through using the Advanced Search feature to refresh my mind as to who is dead to me. Here they are for my edification, in less of a Day of the Dead and more of an "I spit on your grave" roll call: Petachi, Menchov, Renshaw, Viviani, Die Panzerwagen, our Adam (a surprise to me! may warrant a reclama), Aru, Meintjes, Lazarus Meintjes, Rohan. Honorable mention to Zakarin. Dani Martinez on double secret probation but amongst the living.

As always, our historian ooga-booga is on point. I had mentally given Louis yet another resurrection. I'm not sure if I was getting softly forgiving or just senile, but enough of that, back to the fire and brimstone for him. He should be doing the chicken dance with Rasmussen who others have put down there.

There have been many failures at my hand. It's not enough to simply score no points (don't listen to that, Cepeda, it might be for you), there needs to be an additional je ne sais pas with almost malice aforethought to make it onto the list.

It reminds me of playing golf in Liberia with a vibrant lady friend who has gone on to prosecute war criminals and RICO cases. She was indignant that we could not articulate the ladies' flavor of the didn't-hit-it-past-the-lady's-tee penalty. Yet she is nothing if not fair and pragmatic, on top of being hyper competitive, verbally combative, legally minded, and insistent on an articulated compass point rich in whatever clarity and least imperfection could be delivered. The result: "it's like pornography, you know it when you see it." And that worked. She owned it. She occasionally golfed like a porn star.

Others have their lists. And their standards. Or lack thereof. Those are mine.