Leave It To Hoots

Before beginning, thanks to the hootster ( my coined affectionate term,created in the not-so-distant back in the day ) for congratulating me on 100 hits to the Pond. I am riding his coattails, cos he so graciously advertises my blog on his blog. Eye blog ( no relation to CBS, the network ) , you blog, he, she, it blogs. And Hootsbuddy's Place is becoming the "in" place to be.

The hootster has to be one of the smartest life forms on planet Earth. Shirley, he takes a backseat to no one on any subject. Well, he did admit he knows nothing about sports.

Speaking of which-sorry hoots-the Yankees are pummelling the Bosox as we speak. If the outcome stays the same, the curse of the bambino lives on. ( the current score is 13-6 )

I continue to digress-sorry hoots. ESPN Classic had a great biography on Joe DiMaggio the other nite. When the song "Mrs. Robinson" first appeared on the scene, Joltin' Joe considered suing Simon and Garfunkel, thinking old Tom and Jerry were poking fun at him.

Well, old Joe became a cause celebre, again, overnite. And parlayed the fame into a "Mr. Coffee" gig. They also told of his love for Marilyn Monroe and his disdain for Robert, not John, Kennedy. Seems Joe was a loner kind of guy. One of his favorite pasttimes ( pun unintended ) was to rent a hotel room for the day so he could watch the boob tube .

The Yankee Clipper was married to the blonde bombshell for only 9 months. His agenda: he wanted her to stay home, cook dinner, clean house, make babies, etc. And M.M. wouldn't be a party to it. She balked! ( pun intention left to the discretion of the reader ) But when she died, old Joe was there handling the funeral arrangements.

And they talked about his hits record ( 56 in a row ) which earned him icon status amongst the American public during the early winds of World War II. Great story, especially for a baseball fan. I was eating it up with a spoon.

But back to hoots. Shirley, he is da man and one of the more intelligent life forces, well-versed on any subject matter sans sports. Keep up the good work, Hootster.

Farewell and adieu, v.c., your irreverent host

P.S. Look who's in the crowd at Fenway Park. Author extraordinaire, known for penning "Carrie," "Cujo," and "Shawshank Redemption." Yes, Stephen King. A Bosox fan? Go figger, mon trigger.