"Riffs"

Yes, by being in the food biz, I must admit to a daily dose of watching the floor and seeing if it needs sweeping. Unfortunately, for me that is. Sweep the floor; mop the floor; eyeball the floor; I'm tired of looking at the freaking floors-if you know what I mean.

Anyway I thought I'd jot down a few lines-a few riffs if you will. Seems I'm out of touch with the real world. Even tho' I do know there's a lot of panic out there. No where to buy petrol on a regular basis; debates with the Dems and Repubs; mortgage dilemmas with homeowners and banks, ye old lending institutions; bailouts from the government; and on and on.

Yet October is here and baseball is in full swing. Shirley, oblivious to the problems of John Doe. And the Cubs are losing once again. Seems the curse of the goat is still manifesting itself. Or perhaps they have worse luck than yours truly. And will someone finally concede that Jolting Joe Torre is a helluva manager. Who made the playoffs with the Braves, Yankees, and now the Dodgers. Hall of Fame in my book.

And Tampa Bay finally won a playoff game. Its first ever.

So life goes on....bra. Apologies to a group which once called Liverpool home.

And my riffs are through....fini'....kaput.

Out of touch in '08, v.c.

P.S. Here's looking at you, kid.

P.S.S. The cure
According to three interviews with Sam Sianis, William Sianis' nephew-in-law, the Curse of The Billy Goat can be dispelled only by the Chicago Cubs organization's showing a sincere fondness for goats; allowing them into Wrigley Field because they genuinely want to, not simply for publicity reasons. Maybe the real cure, however, involves the Detroit Tigers, as the Cubs lost to them in the 1945 World Series, would've played them in the 1984 World Series had they beaten San Diego one more time, and, most importantly, beat them both times they won the World Series, in 1907 and 1908, respectively. [3]