Showing posts with label Detroit Tigers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Detroit Tigers. Show all posts
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Some Love For Detroit
J.J. and the guys are getting ready to hang out for Game 3 of the World Series 2012. J.J. is wishing the Detroit Tigers all the best tonight as they play at home.....Detroit, the Motor City!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Me?...Cute?...W.T.F!?
So today I was on the phone. Mom and I still have coffee. Detroit Tigers have done well this year. They made it to the play offs (congrats!). My mom was excited to tell me that she had been to a game. I took advantage of her good mood and let her know I am about to blast her on the blog. Mom laughs....then says, "Oh, you are so sweet Michael."
Thank you mother. Only a mother's love could see me as sweet. My grandfather used to tell me I was full of piss and vinegar. That I can believe. My mother telling me I am sweet...well, that's just nonsense.
Next month I will turn 33. I am a Scorpio. Very passionate about love, life and being an ass in nearly every way possible. As a kid, I had to fool my mom. We've all done it. You go do all your dirt away from your house in hopes your parents won't find out. Now I'm an adult. Well, that goes to be seen as well. However, today I don't hide shit. I write for a blog. And if I love you, changes are I'll write about you. So, mom....just remember I love you!
No, I wouldn't say I'm sweet. However, both my mother and my woman feel I am. Well....perhaps I am getting old. No, I'm not gonna claim that. Cheers to never growing old!
My next call is to summon the wind in my sails. Speak to the person who rocks my boat. Reach my place of zen. The apple of my eye. And I was shut down. They said J.Lo doesn't accept calls from prisoners. You mean to tell me Jennifer Lopez is too busy for me!? And, the 'ass' in me is shining bright. My J.Lo answers the phone any time I call. And...like my mother, she thinks I am 'sweet'.
What the fuck! I'm suppose to be the Tattood Hooligan. The jailbird. The convict. The law breaker. Societies reject. But, then these women. These women that love me and tell me I'm 'cute' and 'sweet'. Kind of puts a damper on my bad boy image. There must be some of that image left. My woman says that's why she loves me. Go figure. And mom...well, I'm locked up, I'm off drugs, and the strippers are gone. Instead of avoiding mom, I love to talk to her. She's my friend.
So, I think what mom means to say is not that I'm sweet, but that it's sweet I'm at a place in my life where I have time for her. That's OK mom. I get this.
Enjoy this time mom. Because I still need you to bring my woman with you when you pick me up. And, don't be surprised when I hug and kiss you, then haul ass with my woman for a couple of weeks. I guess you can figure that one out. I'm using you now for 'moral' support. My woman is my 'physical' support.
Oh, yeah! Hey mom....could you put a few bucks on my canteen? I'm broke. Oh, is this a bad time to ask for money? I'm your kid. That's our job right? To ask our parents for their money?
Last week I called home and caught my little brother. I think he was excited to talk to me. Right up until I had to put down on him. It went something like this...
"I love you man...but for the love of God quit breaking the law! Every time mom has to bail you out, your fucking up my canteen money! I'm on limited funds and you keep docking my pay. Tighten up and obey the law!"
I know this confused him. First, I'm the one breaking the laws. Well, the bigger ones anyway. I mean, if you're gonna get wet, just dive in already. Fuck pussy-footing around. The next part he probably can't process is the fact that he's the 18 year old kid. I'm the 33 year old kid. So, I'm guessing he's more entitled to mom's money than me.
Still, if I enter the scene waving my arms all around, shouting at the top of my lungs, and throwing my weight around...I must be right...right? Here, in prison, we call this 'booing' someone up. I'm dead wrong, but I'll play it off as if I'm 100% right.
Well...this is nice. I've put my mother, my woman, and my little brother on blast. Just remember it's because I love you all. No, for real...I do! Just keep telling yourself I'm 'cute' and I'm 'sweet'.
Oh, Lord help us all!
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Thank you mother. Only a mother's love could see me as sweet. My grandfather used to tell me I was full of piss and vinegar. That I can believe. My mother telling me I am sweet...well, that's just nonsense.
Next month I will turn 33. I am a Scorpio. Very passionate about love, life and being an ass in nearly every way possible. As a kid, I had to fool my mom. We've all done it. You go do all your dirt away from your house in hopes your parents won't find out. Now I'm an adult. Well, that goes to be seen as well. However, today I don't hide shit. I write for a blog. And if I love you, changes are I'll write about you. So, mom....just remember I love you!
No, I wouldn't say I'm sweet. However, both my mother and my woman feel I am. Well....perhaps I am getting old. No, I'm not gonna claim that. Cheers to never growing old!
My next call is to summon the wind in my sails. Speak to the person who rocks my boat. Reach my place of zen. The apple of my eye. And I was shut down. They said J.Lo doesn't accept calls from prisoners. You mean to tell me Jennifer Lopez is too busy for me!? And, the 'ass' in me is shining bright. My J.Lo answers the phone any time I call. And...like my mother, she thinks I am 'sweet'.
What the fuck! I'm suppose to be the Tattood Hooligan. The jailbird. The convict. The law breaker. Societies reject. But, then these women. These women that love me and tell me I'm 'cute' and 'sweet'. Kind of puts a damper on my bad boy image. There must be some of that image left. My woman says that's why she loves me. Go figure. And mom...well, I'm locked up, I'm off drugs, and the strippers are gone. Instead of avoiding mom, I love to talk to her. She's my friend.
So, I think what mom means to say is not that I'm sweet, but that it's sweet I'm at a place in my life where I have time for her. That's OK mom. I get this.
Enjoy this time mom. Because I still need you to bring my woman with you when you pick me up. And, don't be surprised when I hug and kiss you, then haul ass with my woman for a couple of weeks. I guess you can figure that one out. I'm using you now for 'moral' support. My woman is my 'physical' support.
Oh, yeah! Hey mom....could you put a few bucks on my canteen? I'm broke. Oh, is this a bad time to ask for money? I'm your kid. That's our job right? To ask our parents for their money?
Last week I called home and caught my little brother. I think he was excited to talk to me. Right up until I had to put down on him. It went something like this...
"I love you man...but for the love of God quit breaking the law! Every time mom has to bail you out, your fucking up my canteen money! I'm on limited funds and you keep docking my pay. Tighten up and obey the law!"
I know this confused him. First, I'm the one breaking the laws. Well, the bigger ones anyway. I mean, if you're gonna get wet, just dive in already. Fuck pussy-footing around. The next part he probably can't process is the fact that he's the 18 year old kid. I'm the 33 year old kid. So, I'm guessing he's more entitled to mom's money than me.
Still, if I enter the scene waving my arms all around, shouting at the top of my lungs, and throwing my weight around...I must be right...right? Here, in prison, we call this 'booing' someone up. I'm dead wrong, but I'll play it off as if I'm 100% right.
Well...this is nice. I've put my mother, my woman, and my little brother on blast. Just remember it's because I love you all. No, for real...I do! Just keep telling yourself I'm 'cute' and I'm 'sweet'.
Oh, Lord help us all!
(Remember to "follow" the blog and comment here for the chance to win a bundle of goodies!)
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