Maybe she is 25.
I will live about 50 years over her age.
She would be around 35, when I die (ten years from now).
(Maybe tomorrow.)
Everyone dies.
What happens?
Unknown. Any evidence?
Heaven, Hell, etc.
The Bible?
If you believe what you believe,
Okay.
After 25 years or so, I have abandoned "Just For Men". It's a good product.
Going grey. Or is it Gray?
Who knows?
The National Football League (NFL) football teams of Giants and Jets moved from New York City to East Rutherford, New Jersey (NJ).
But the teams are claimed to be "New York" teams, while the teams play in New Jersey.
Howard Cosell wrote about that, long before he died.
Isn't it an insult to the New Jersey football fans?
Seems to be.
Maris hit 61 homers in 1961.
But Maris HR'ed 61 HRs during the 162 game season. Ruth hit 60 HRs during the season via 154 games.
I think there might still be as a "seasonal" asterisk in the Hall of Fame. Not sure.
Aaron Judge hit 62nd homers in 2022 ! Judge broke Maris' record.
Judge will be a free agent. Will the Mets get him? Will the Yankees get him? Others? Probably LA Dodgers. Astros? Who knows. Will update.
It's all about money. Kinda.
In other words, again . . .
Babe Ruth hit 60 home runs (HRs) in a 154 game season.
Roger Maris hit 61 HRs in 1961, in a 162 game season.
Aaron Judge hit 62 HRs in 2022, which broke Maris' record.
There should be a distinction between a 154 game season vs. a 162 game season.
And then there is Barry Bonds. According to the web: "San Francisco Giants slugger Barry Bonds . . . hit his record-breaking 73rd homer in a [162 game] season back" in 2001.
How many HRs did Barry Bonds hit in home runs in 154 games? (Haven't found.)
Yeah, I thought about that dream,
And I was mesmerized.
Mesmerized.
Google says, "mes·mer·ize
It is so horrible to watch ballgames on YES (Yankee Entertainment and Sports Network), and SNY (SportsNet New York), and NYC Channel 11) while the cameras focus on the NYC managers over and over and over again, in between pitches.
For example, the camera focuses on Aaron Boone while he keeps spitting out nut shells and blows bubble gum, in between pitches. Why focus on that guy? It's disgusting.
Primarily, camera persons don't need to focus on the manager, except when the manager comes out of the dugout or during a crucial play.
Producers need to focus on the pitcher and the batter, not on the managers when the game is on.
Who cares that the managers are watching the game? The managers are so boring to watch.
Producers need to focus on the managers when there's an argument with the umpires, or the manager leaves the dugout, etc.
Focusing on Boone while he is blowing bubbles and spitting out nutshells is disgusting to watch.
Terrible production.
Who hired these producers? What a waste.
Oh yeah...why do they repeat the same commercials over and over and over again on SNY during the baseball games? Another waste.
P.S. I watched the Mets lose to the Phillies 2-1, on 8/12/2022. There was a 90% lessening of a focus on Managers during the Apple TV broadcast. Better production.
In Seinfeld, Season 2, Episode 1, George's ex-girlfriend attaches to Jerry. But she does not like his comedic act. She calls his presentation, "Fluff."
The definition of "fluff" has changed recently, on the website. As I recall, the definition was trivial, before things changed. Now, the definition has become different.
I consulted my old dictionary...which said, in one version, "to make a mistake."
Things are changing rapidly.
Fluff.
Seinfeld as a stand-up comedian is not funny, to me (I'm tough to laugh). Great presentation otherwise.
Having lost the life of my Love, I signed up for the Zoosk online dating site a couple of days ago (around 7/10/22).
So many of the women on that site use photos that are 20+ and 40+ years younger than what they actually are.
Twenty years ago, I used to enrol on many dating sites. Back then, I was younger. Had many dates back then. Not anymore.
Oh well, whatever happens happens.
What happens when a woman "viewed" you on the Zoosk website, a number of times? Not sure what that means. Am I supposed to be aggressive, and reply? Not my style. (It seems to be a Zoosk program, see below.)
Written messages from women are rare. I wrote "messages" to many women, but I got very few replies. Often, the women simply didn't reply. Maybe they don't know how? It's a complicated platform ("Zoosk").
Also, I spent $100 on "1,800 Zoosk coins." I used 300 coins to allegedly attract more women via an enhanced search. The enhanced search was 3x (3 times) more than the usual, Zoosk said. During the first adventure, attractive women who connected with me were often so many many miles (50+ miles, on average) away (not scientific; random). Same result after a second time. Waste of $100.
I discovered that the Zoosk program impersonates people, it seems! I get many "views" that are bogus, and others get "views" from me that I did not view, allegedly. Faux "views." Waste of money. My opinion. However, I did communicate with a few women (no dates).
It seems, allegedly, that Zoosk is using a bogus "connection" program, which is to inspire others to attach with others.
Four times, four women sent me a "big heart" to me. None of those women ever responded to my messages. Fixed? Seems so. Programmatically? Seems so.
Fake personalities are alleged and proffered. Wondering about the contracts between the alleged "fake personalities" and Zoosk.
Zoosk deleted my take on the Zoosk program, on Zoosk.
Zoosk is using a program that arranges "zooms", over and over and over again, allegedly.
Also, Zoosk deleted my opinion on the Zoosk personal format. DELETED! Oh well.
Then, I discovered, that there are three dots in the upper right hand corner of a person's photograph, which is disguised. You can eliminate those persons via those dots. Two steps. Follow.
It seems that humans are working for Zoosk. And they do a good job.
All of the above is opinionated.
All of the above is alleged.
All of the above is above.
Bottom line: At my age, Zoosk sucks.
Does Consciousness survive Death? Does the soul actually exist?
I'm wondering about Life after Death. And Reincarnation. I wrote about that in my second book.
Yeah, I believe that Life continues on after Death.
In this life, I've communicated with those who have died. I believe that the connection to departed persons is real. Felt absolutely real.
So yeah, Life continues on after Death, it seems.
In baseball, "ERA" = Earned Run Average, is calculated via nine innings (also, "E.R.A."). This is a pitcher's statistic.
So, let's say that a pitcher completes the nine-inning game, and he gives up 3 runs over 9 innings. Since 3 runs were scored via 9 innings, that pitcher's ERA is 3.0 (9 innings calculated with three runs).
If the pitcher would had given up 1 run per 9 innings, his ERA for that game would be 1.0. (You can look up the statistics.)
Now, let's say Pitcher A ("A") gives up a walk. Then, Pitcher B ("B") relieves pitcher "A" and "B" comes in and gives up a home run. Via today's (6/23/2022) rules, A is charged with 1 run, and B is charged with 1 run.
Now, here is my theory. Since "A" has given up a walk (25% around the bases), after the home run, "A" should be given .25 ERA, and B should be charged with .75 ERA since B gave up the home run.
Maybe there should be a statistic on all that. Let the programmers decide, if they wish.
I wrote to Dick Young about this decades ago re: how to calculate the ERA via my suggestion. Mr. Young rejected my idea, in print. It was nice of him to print my suggestion, and address the issue, in print.
This close friend of mine, claimed that these things happened, below. He said:
"The Love of my Life screamed at me, mocked my hearing ability, and ridiculed me for my eyes for having smoked pot. She literally screamed in my face."
He snapped. Totally. Screamed at her to "Get lost."
And she did.
Yes, she screamed in my face. After he had cooked for her dinner.
That was the end, for him.
He was so angry. It took me days to recover from the anger. Not sure why.
Now, he's sad. Can't get over it. He should have handled things better.
But he had snapped.
Still, he will love her forever, the way she once was.
Now, she is different.
An apology from her would have delivered an apology.
If she had said an apology.
He didn't hear her.
So many years ago, I was into Poetry. Actually, decades ago.
Maybe for a year or so I was hooked on Poetry.
I took a Poetry class at Hunter College, during my BA classes.
The teacher was very positive, in a very positive way.
I got hooked, for a while.
Then, today (3/18/22), I found a poem that says, at the end: "Fated to take a chance. For this love I could adore. For this rare and precious moment. And a love forever more."
I started watching a DVD of "Ali," starring Will Smith whom I thought was great.
In the beginning of the movie, Cassius Clay defeats Sonny Liston. During that fight (the first of two), a doctor examined Liston and found his left arm had been separated, at the shoulder, I think it was. And so Clay won after six rounds, as per doctor's rule that Liston could not go on.
Then I watched the real fight on youtube (link second below). The movie presentation looked very much like the real film.
Based on the second link below, clearly, to me, Liston wanted to beat Clay. But Liston couldn't figure out Clay.
Later, Muhammad Ali, assumed another name.
Ali is the greatest. He defeated the US Supreme Court. Here's one version:
As if no one reads what I say.
I can't blame anyone.
I am, out of scope.
No one reads what I write.
After I am dead, maybe someday, someone will appreciate what I have written.
I was 13, maybe just 14, years of age. Some things, you never forget.
Recently, around that time, I had broken up with my very first girlfriend Eve (not her real name), who was a knockout. She was a few months older. But I was drawn to hotter and flashier girls who had spontaneously appeared in the Brooklyn neighborhood known as Sheepshead Bay.
Eve, a classmate, wanted me back, I was told by a third party.
Problem was, Eve and I never really communicated very well. A third party would often be involved in relaying messages back and forth to Eve and me.
Eve planned a party, allegedly to get us back together--or so I was told. I was not interested in resuming our past relationship. But I went to the party.
During the party, I made out with Eve and another girl (let's call her Kathy) to show to Eve that I did not want to be exclusive with Eve. I was sure that the message was accurately sent.
On the way home, two very older roughnecks attacked me and my friend. We escaped easily. They were drunk.
The next day, three tough and older guys approached me, in the Sheepshead Theater. One guy (Leo, not his name) smacked me in the back of the head and then landed two weak punches to the face. Originally, I felt I had done wrong by making out with Kathy, as Leo had stated. However, I wanted to kill Leo if he would hit me with one more punch. But there was no third puch.
Had there been a third punch, I felt for sure that I would have retaliated and beaten Leo. But, would the other two guys jump on me during the fight? Three vs. one? Unknown ending. Unknown future.
Leo's ire was that I had made out with Kathy the night before at Eve's party. Leo had been connected to Kathy, which I did not know.
Days later, Kathy made Leo apologize to me for attacking me. The apology happened at a confraternity dance. Bewildered, I accepted the apology. Kathy was in charge. I thanked her for that, in my heart, tho I was a bit confused.
Kathy was a pretty and powerful girl. I liked her a lot. But we never really dated, only kissing and hugging on the dance floor when the party lights went out. We had lost contact after Eve's party, as I recall.
That Sheepshead Bay Theater event haunted me for decades. I felt like a punk. That event still haunts me now. But not nearly as much.
It was December of 1968. At Shea Stadium, it was Jets vs Raiders. The winner would progress to the Super Bowl.
The Jets beat the Raiders in the 1968 AFL Championship.
I was there, at Shea Stadium. In the upper decks.
Namath was at the helm, and he was doing well.
But...every time I left the seats to smoke hash in the corridors, and warm up, the Raiders scored. Three times that happened, as I recall.
I was about to leave my seat the fourth time and the BIG tough guys surrounding me said, "Stay the fuck here. You ain't going nowhere. Stay the fuck here. Every time you leave, Oakland scores. Stay the fuck here."
I was ok with staying. I was pretty high anyway.
There was an open field to our left. I think it was third down. The quarterback didn't see the open man. Incomplete pass, in the other way.
Then the Raiders were on a comeback, but a lateral pass ended up in the Jets' hands.
Jets won.
I was congratulated for having stayed in the the seats that I had occupied during the end of the game.
Fans congratulated me, as if I were part of the Jet win scenario.
Jets went on to win the Super Bowl. Amazing!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPTlkr2upTo
I like James Spader as an actor. He's the star in Boston Legal.
Spader was on Broadway. The show was dated. It was before 2013.
On the way out, with my then-girlfriend next to me (I can't recall if we were making physical contact), I saw Candice Bergen.
Candice smiled at me. Not sure why. Maybe I was hallucinating. But, I didn't think so.
I was shocked. And exhilarated. It was a reality to me.
I will always remember that smile.
I still wonder, was she smiling at me? I think she was.
I was emailing an old girlfriend some weeks ago. During the texted conversation, she said that my darkness had made her unhappy, when we were together (many years ago).
I never knew I was dark. And I certainly didn't realize that my "darkness" had made her unhappy.
I apologized for causing her unhappiness. Via my alleged darkness.
I think that I may have been dark, in retrospect, compared to her. She routinely listened to Public Radio. I could not stand the propaganda.
Clearly her opinion of me, as being dark, was a subjective opinion. But was I dark, objectively? I don't think I'll ever know.
I'm sure no one cares.
Life goes on.
Day by day.
[Could not make this URL link below work. Copy, paste, and listen; if you want to. The "Darkness, Darkness" lyrics are further below. The URL works now, as I type. Absence of automatic link may involve money, methinks.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORSD_u2upP4
