This is how we do how we do how we do how we doooooooooo, #HowWeDo, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers

We had something like 30 days-in-a-row of over 90 degrees; a few nights ago, I watched “Dr. Zhivago” just for the winter scenes and I felt like I was watching porn. “Oh, wow, Julie Christie is wearing a coat in the house.”

Burger King has new lower-calorie French Fries they call Satisfries. Burger King offering healthier French fries is like a hooker offering to cuddle after sex.

R.T.’s.

Getting “Grand Theft Auto 5” for the man-cave. Goodbye IQ for a few days.

Heart’s Nancy Wilson’s high kicks on her guitar power chords provide me with an emotion that is impossible to describe. Cool? Sexy? Weird?

Just had an epiphany. Not passing judgment, but the coolest, studliest, most macho guy in our high school was in the throes of wildly over-compensating deep, deep homosexual panic. We battled over the affections of the arguably coolest girl in school. But I now realize he admired her in a “I wish I was her” kind of way. He acted as hard as a guy can, but he could not hide his ability to dance, his love of fashion and his almost girlish curly hair and good looks.  He was brilliant, sensitive and insanely neat. Gay, gay, gay and gay.

Wally came to the door with so much mud on his face he was looking like he was in black-face for a Minstrel show. Had to hose him off and he did not like it. After drying him off, he has been pouting and sulking for the whole day.

My new band name is Saskatoon Bodingus. We're opening for Jumpin' Jolly and the June-bugs at the Belly Up

There are such things as generational athletes. They come along about once a generation and they come trailing myths and legends. Bo Jackson jumping over a 30 foot creek; John Elway throwing a strike to home from against the center field wall in Yankee Stadium; Joe Namath being the best football player Bear Bryant ever saw; Gale Sayers out-running a dog in an alley during a game of tackle football on the pavement; Jim Brown winning the high jump at a Syracuse track meet while warming up for Lacrosse; Mickey Mantle’s tape measure home runs on one knee; Joe Montana saying “Hey, there’s John Candy” right before leading a comeback win in the Super Bowl.

Friends of ours daughter is one of those: Carly Wopat, Stanford’s middle blocker. She is 6.2, can jump out of the gym and hits a ball with amazing skill and power. Most of all she is pure and simply a winner. She is wise beyond her years - in part because life has forced her to be so.

Amazing things are in her future and it is going to be fun to watch.