BRONX, NY – Hey, I just got back from visiting my in-laws in Florida. Man-oh-man, is the traffic around JFK horrendous. It’s so bad that I almost considered taking the A Train from Howard Beach, but I could hear the voice of my friend Katie (Tall Matt’s wife) shrieking in my ear like a harridan, “nooooooo!!!,” at the mere thought of taking that particular line of the MTA conveyance my brother affectionately used to call “The Electric Sewer.” Anyway, I’m exhausted, let’s get this thing over with, shall we?
No Stearns Rebuke. When my family and I flew into West Palm Beach Airport this past Saturday afternoon, we walked smack into New York Mets GM David Stearns, who was there greeting family. I was so caught off guard that I failed to give him piles of sh!t for letting Diaz go to the Dodgers, and other assorted moves (like trying to reassemble the Yankees’ crappy bullpen) that I highly disapprove of. I later fantasized about laying into him, Frank Constanza style, with a “HOW COULD YOU LET DIAZ WALK??? HE HAD AN ARM LIKE A CANNON!” My daughter could have taped the whole thing and maybe, just maybe, this site could’ve finally found some traction. But… I didn’t. There were kids there too. It wouldn’t be right. Sorry, Boss. Maybe next time.
RIP, Doug Moe. I don’t know if anyone out there is old enough to remember Doug Moe, but he coached one of the most entertaining NBA teams of all time in the form of the 1980s Denver Nuggets. They never won a championship but Brooklyn-born Moe put together offensive teams for the ages. Names like Alex English, Kiki VanDeWeghe, Dan Issel, and Fat Lever may be forgotten by a lot of people, but not me. It was not rare for those Nuggets teams to put up 130 to 140 consistently, and still lose. But man were they entertaining. And Doug Moe, as their ringleader, was even more so. The only thing more colorful than his sport coats was his language and courtside antics. Rest easy, Dougie. Thanks for the fun.
Dining for Dollars. It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a proper meal out, and I’m getting downright ornery. I’ve had a few cancellations lately, and I’m a tad peckish. Seeing as how I remain the last man standing at this online OK Corral, I think management might at least consider springing for some Gray’s Papaya Hot Dogs, if not a proper sit-down meal on the UWS. Food in lieu of a couple of decades of backpay seems like a fair proposal. What say you, Boss?
That’s all for this week, folks. Join Buddy Diaz tomorrow for a sumptuous banquet of Yankees baloney and Knick snacks.
