Re: [ST] Brain Fade

["Denis Liakos" <denoose@xxxxxxx>]

You're still the master at the keyboard.  Very subtle (NOT!) how you wove 
the fabric of the splendid Tapestry of Red Sox Victory...good luck in the 
Series, you guys fuckin' earned it!


Denis Liakos
A Vanquished Yankee Fan
"see YOU next year"
- ----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Steve Lawler" <slawler@xxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <ST@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Saturday, October 23, 2004 4:33 PM
Subject: Re: [ST] Brain Fade


> In a previous email, Denis Liakos stated:
>> asked me with the  guile only a 10 year old can
>> muster, "Dad, what the fuck were you thinking about?"- a phrase he's
>> heard more times than we both care to admit.....
>
> LOL Great story Denis.
>
> My turn at the podium.
>
>   On a typical day I get up at 4:10am. This gives me plenty of time to
> have some breakfast, down a couple of cups of coffee, go through my
> email, get geared up, head out and get through the Lincoln Tunnel before
> the traffic gets heavy. However, this Thursday was not about to be a
> typical morning.
>   My wife awoke at about 3:30 and tossed and turned then went down
> stairs at about 3:50. I was fully awake at this point but I stayed in
> bed. I lay there wondering, "When I fell asleep it was 6-0. Did they
> win? Or was it business as usual and I will soon be saying "There's
> always next year'." The suspense was killing me. I climbed out of bed
> and went to the bathroom. When I came out the light was on in our room.
> Liz had the television on. "They won."
>   "You're kidding. They didn't blow it?"
>   "Nope. 10 to 3."
>   "Oh, my god. 10 to 3?" Then I unleashed a "WOOHOO" that would make
> Homer Simpson cringe in fear of being unseated as the king of "WOOHOO."
>   I was use to being numb at the end of the play-offs but his was a
> different kind of numbness. I didn't recognize it because I hadn't felt
> it in 18 years.
>   When 5:30 rolled around I donned my gear and headed for the side
> door. Once outside I opened up the gate where the driveway passes the
> end of the house. The stable where I keep my trusty steed is a detached
> garage at the back of the lot. We keep the gate closed because our
> retarded dog is too stupid to find her way home when she runs away. She
> has always been that way. She is now 15 years old and will merely trot
> away these days.
>   In the stable, I start the bike, put on the gloves, saddle up and
> back her out the door. Once outside the door I stop, put down the
> sidestand, dismount, and close the garage door. If I don't' close the
> door one of my wife's dopey cats will find a spot to curl up in and will
> most likely get locked in. They have spent the night in the garage on
> several occasions.
>   After the stable is secured I remount, continue backing up, and swing
> to the right. When the back tire hits the curb on the side of the
> driveway I push off and the easy downhill slope of the driveway allows
> me to coast through the gate. On the other side of the gate I put down
> the sidestand so that I can dismount, close the gate and ride off into
> the sunrise.
>   Remember the part about the euphoric state? Remember the part about
> the downhill sloping driveway? Bad combo. I had managed to put the
> sidestand down only part way. I always hold the brake while mounting and
> dismounting. Upon dismounting I release the brake and begin to turn, she
> starts to roll forward and gravity is pulling her onto her left side.
> "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH." With Jason Varitek's cat-like reflexes I grab the
> brake and stop the forward motion but the bike is still going sideways.
> Like Samson with his Johnny Damon hair style I stop the bike's descent.
> I wish I had his hair. Hell, I wish I had half his hair. If he lost half
> his hair and got a buzz cut he would still have more hair than me. How
> about Johnny, can I have some?
>   Anyway, I kick the sidestand forward, settle her down then release
> the brake. "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH."  It starts all over again! I didn't want
> my fairing to have more gouges than Curt Schilling's ankle. And in the
> fashion of an eleventh hour comeback from being down 3 games to nothing
> I stop the seemingly inevitable and am finally able to go back and close
> the gate.
>   I happily head out, grinning ear to ear, knowing that I have lived to
> defeat gravity and Red Sox have won the pennant.
>
> -- 
> Steve Lawler
> Verona, NJ, USA, Earth
>
> 2001 Sprint ST "Blue Devil"
>
> "We got Babe Ruth's ghost a hooker and now everything's cool."
>            --Curt Schilling
>
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