What's Old Is New Again
Welcome back, everybody. It's kind of nice to be home and, let's be honest, I didn't give such good narrative over at PokerWorks. I know it. You know it. The American people know it. The fault lies with me alone. I have suspiscions why, but it doesn't really f-ing matter, seeing as it's in the past and as my former(?) readers know, I don't mind making mistakes as long as something can be learned from them. So let's chalk it up as another in a perpetual line of educational mishaps. I should be ready for my Ph.D. sometime in my 80s.
And to those of you who followed me over there and read faithfully, sincere thanks. I'm not being specious when I say I feel like I have to "earn" people back here at the friendly confines of The Obituarium. It's also true that I'm a little excited about it.
Enough recriminations and ball-tuggin'. It's good to see y'all.
Aside from getting Mule Kicked by every internet donkey on the planet this summer, I spent a lot of time watching TV. "Wow Joe!" you say. "How very fucking exciting!"
Not just any TV, though. Three seasons of "Rescue Me." Two seasons of "Weeds." Season Two of "Deadwood." Seasons One and Two of "Oz." "Friday Night Lights" Season One. Pretty much a murderer's row.
I had watched "Deadwood" faithfully when it first began on HBO, but lost the thread of it early in the second season due to the Mrs. having sex with someone else. As I couldn't concentrate long enough to spell my own name, I couldn't watch that show because it demands too much attention. Just deciphering some of the dialogue is an intellectual exercise and graspng the plot nuances is like a game of charades. It's pretty brilliant all the way around, but I admit my energy level drops a bit when Al Swearingen isn't on screen. Greatest dramatic character ever? I don't think there's any doubt. He makes Tony Soprano look like Corey Haim.
I'm two episodes into Season Three and will be killing a few airborne hours with the cocksuckers on my way to Key West.
"Rescue Me" is a little ridiculous plot-wise, though I'm willing to concede that might be because I watched three seasons worth in less than a month, which should give an accurate indication of how much I liked the show. I think it was Jordan who first recommended this 'un to me, so thanks for that Counselor. Tommy Gavin? Another classic character.
"Weeds" also got pretty silly toward the end of Season Two. I'm up to date on the currently running Season Three and it is just about to lose me; in fact, I'd like to club its bloating corpse with "Californication," which is a one-note pile of gorilla shit. As if having Kevin Nealon as a regular wasn't bad enough, the current run has Matthew Modine and one of the Olsen twins. But the first season was sheer genius and I don't think I need to remind anyone that it stars the incomparable Mary Louise Parker at the height of her minx-like powers.
I was persuaded, much against my initial will, to give "Friday Night Lights" a try. I stand before you contrite. I loved it, even when I realized my $29.99 was wasted money since NBC is offering the entire season for free on their website. I dunno, maybe I'm just a sentimental fool, but I enjoyed every goddamn bit of it, even the cliche parts. Coach Taylor is note perfect and his wife (the always lovely Connie Britton) kicks ass, too. Season Two starts Oct. 5. Get there while you can, though recall that I also loved the first season of "The O.C."
And that's really how I spent most of my summer. Sure, there was wagering. Poker continues to hate me like a woman scorned, but I've crushed the Sportsbook the first three weeks of the NFL season. And I've made a little scratch at Fantasy Sports Live, though that run is clearly coming to an end with the advent of gridiron. I am beyond mediocre at Fantasy Football and the results prove it. Hell, even when Carson Palmer throws 6 TDs, I can only get 3rd.
Then there's AJ. He's growin' up awfully fast. I've kept pretty close tabs on him on the internet over at Offsprung and most of those tales will continue there. You parents out there should really take a look at the site. I'm amazed at all the learned opinions that can be found there. You can now create your own profile (with a link to your own site) and "host" conversations in The Playground. It's become a valuable resource for myself and a lot of people. No matter how unique your little bundle of joy is, someone out there has been through what you're going through and can offer advice, for you to either take or throw away. I've been aided quite a bit as far as the whole co-parenting (work in progress) thing goes.
That'll probably be all you hear from me until next week (if I live that long). I'm off to join the southern-most bacchanal in all the contiguous United States. Pray for my safe passage. And welcome back.