TBeing on the field was the really cool part of the tour. I haven't been that excited since I danced on the bar at Touche'.

Fridays

I would strongly recommend that any die hard Twins fan take the Target Field tour which costs 15 dollars. You really get your money's worth. This is me and my nephew Paul in the visitor's dugout.

Jackhammer was described in one Chicago online publication as a gay bar without the Boystown attitude. Hmmmm?

Nephew is in town from Chicago for a business meeting that happened yesterday in Mankato. The client was wined and dined at an elegant truck stop diner. Today we have a Target Field tour on tap and a brief lesson in riding a fixed gear bicycle. He's taking the Parade Bike home with him and the X Files bike (lime green 1x1) for his brother. Well, that blows the shit out of your plans to offer Mrs 100 bucks for either of them following my death at the hands of a drug cartel.

Flannery Automotive calls every so often with a new estimate on the car. So far we're up to like 8 hundo after fixing the gas filler tube which only leaked when you filled the tank all the way. New fan motor, oil change, new battery, new plug wires...you get the picture.

Hot dog for breakfast on a stale-Debbie-hot-dog-bun and some soggy chips. That's right, I know how to live.

I want a gun (not really). I want to carry it when I ride my bike and shoot at cars. I want to shoot it up in the air and at cans and mailboxes and other assorted items (You'll shoot yer eye out). I want it because I want it (But not as much as a Tampa Bay Rays jersey). I could give 2 shits that the Constitution (my father landed at Utah Beach on D Day) gives me the 'Right To Bear Arms'. Stop quoting a document written by old white guys who knew you needed a piece because you lived in the f-ing wilderness and that you never knew when the British were coming and you would need to bust a cap in some fool's ass.

It's rainin' men

You bet your fat ass that I am loved. Let me be blunt. That Brooks saddle and Honjo fenders go with the bike.

All through attempting to entertain you bitches. The first thing about Fight Club is...

Nephew from Chicago is in town on business. Re-set the egg roll record at Cleveland Wok. Short trip to Grand Performance where they are only semi-douchey. When I can go up the hill on 42nd with only one hand on the bars in a casual manner I know I am in summer chunky condition like Prince Fielder.

Take a breath cuz we're not done. Car is at Flannery's getting some work done which is good because when we need it we need it. Can there be a better name for a gay bar than Jackhammer? That was rhetorical. Obviously, if you work at the hospital and wear a smock then you should dress in as whorish a manner when coming/going to work.

My Cubs Zambrano jersey usually draws some commentary. The best way to deal with a Minnesotan who thinks they are being witty is to tell them to Fuck Off.

Fridays

I love it when people who whine on and on about a f-ing head cold casually tell me to just get a knee replacement.

Shoot me up, baby!

I saw my knee doctor yesterday. Same old same old. Updated x-rays show bone on bone on the outside of my knee. The last cortisone shot was in October '08 and it lasted almost 2 years. I had another injection yesterday. He says when the cortisone stops working and I can't walk and can't sleep we'll have to consider a replacement. I can wait. Mrs says I have a high tolerance of pain. Yeah, but one insect landing on me rains out my whole parade.