by: Son
Forrest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.” I always assumed that since Forrest was an optimistic simpleton that he viewed every piece in the box as good, so it would just be different variations of good. But even the most ardent chocolate lover would […]
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John Connor did not exist until Kyle Reese was sent back to protect Sarah Connor from a terminator. Then the bee did something to the bird and voila! Connor became the messiah to bring down the bots. But the path wasn’t clear and fraught with much strife, as Connor was a juvenile delinquent and didn’t […]
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If you know what the title is in reference to, then congratulations are in order. You’re an old f’er. I wasn’t into punk music, but the Ramones were one of the OGs and, like the smell of cheese making Jerry float in the air, that is likely how it entered my consciousness. Anyways, I had […]
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Stay. In. Yo. Lane. At times, one must but it is not something that should be admonished at all times. We Grow. We learn. The Universe morphs, forcing us to adapt. Even if I’m 90 years old, driving on the highway in the very right lane, if there’s someone driving 50 mph, you best believe, […]
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There have been 264 father/son duos in MLB history. True combo meals! The most famous are Bobby and Barry Bonds, Ken Griffey Sr. and Ken Griffey Jr., and Vladimir Guerrero and Valdimir Guerrero Jr. Prince and Cecil Fielder both hit 50 home runs in a season while Craig and Cavan Biggio both hit for the […]
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Like Jesus, I often seek out the downtrodden and outcasts that populate the fantasy streets. We are both Sons after all. But this space is not limited to the less fortunate. I show no bias or discrimination towards race, age, production, weight, height, team affiliation, batting stance, throwing motion, curvature of the hat bill, use […]
Please, blog, may I have some more?That is both terrible and uplifting at the same time. You’re a liar if you say you didn’t crack a smile and pump a fist or two. Unlike Vanilla Ice and Milli Vanilli, Jose Iglesias of the New York Mets is not a one-hit wonder. He has 36 this season and 1,087 in his 12-year […]
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I always marvel at the people who ride rafts on the Colorado River. Yes, there are stretches of peace and tranquility, which allow one to soak in the natural aesthetics, but there are also pockets of chaos and heart-pounding adventure when the water hurtles with a ferocity that guides you to wherever it flows like […]
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O’Hearn Airport was constructed in 2023. It was a niche airfield, sending and receiving only products from the Left Coast. As a result, the volume paled in comparison to those from Gunnar Island, Santander International Airport, or Rutschman Rail Yard. Despite the lower volume, O’Hearn Airport delivered and served a useful function. But after that […]
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The beauty of this world is that there are levels to everything. Let’s take a laugh for instance. There’s the laugh after hearing <insert favorite comedian> tell a joke. There’s the nervous laugh like when Tommy asks Henry in Goodfellas, “I’m funny how, I mean funny like I’m a clown, I amuse you?” There’s the […]
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I’ve always been fascinated by garage sales, Storage Wars, and Antique Roadshow. All have stories of people discovering treasure in what many assume to be trash. Some may be in plain sight while others were buried under something. A little cleaning and digging sometimes makes it all worth it, although the probabilities are low that […]
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I was born and raised in Los Angeles, so Los Doyers has always been my squad. As a result, that team up in The Bay, where hella painfully reverberates in my dome, was a bastion of infidels. As I’ve gotten older and, hopefully, more emotionally mature, rooting for laundry is no longer my sole existence […]
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