To turn on the news and see prayers being answered and hope turning into real currency- in the form of smiles and hugs and love and cheers. This is better than what we get most every night when we turn on the news. And when they brought up that one miner whose mistress awaited him at the top? The story went from better to amazing. Now if they would’ve hired that soccer announcer to call the scene as each miner reached the top? I know . . . that’s asking too much.
I can’t help but wonder if Angelina Jolie is going to adopt these guys. All I know as I watch the last miner make it to the surface from a couple thousand feet below after sixty nine days, is that it really makes a guy think. About sinkholes.
I’m usually not a glass half full person, unless the glass in question contains liquor. But this once in a lifetime event has me feeling pretty good about the problems I considered problems. And I think there are a few people who could sing along with me in peaceful harmony.
Like Brett Favre. So what if you’re finally acting your age on the field, if not off of it. So what if your beautiful wife is speed dialing Tiger’s ex wife for financial advice. So what if you stand to lose millions in endorsement money as a result of your cockeyed texts. You’ve still got your Wranglers. Unless . . you’re texting some buxom massage therapist, that is.
Hey Eric Stoltz, so you didn’t get the Back to the Future gig after you’d already started filming. So what that Zemeckis pulled the rug out from under you and the countless millions that would have followed. In the end, you nailed the part of Lance the dope dealer in Pulp Fiction and were a part of one of the greatest scenes in the history of cinema. And in so doing, you saved us from having to watch that scene with Michael J. Fox playing Lance. I speak for every Pulp fan . . . we love you Eric.
Rick Sanchez. Well, you don’t have to wake up every morning aching from head to toe as a result of the ass kicking you were receiving from FOX News. That’s something to be thankful for, right?
McDonalds, you’re feeling better too. Sure, Happy Meal-Gate is casting a bad light. But the McRib sandwich is back! And you still do business in a country where nutrional value charts are as widely read as the Dead Sea Scrolls.
I think this whole Chile miner story should make us stop and think about the blessings of a day. To understand what it means to wake up and have a chance at whatever the hell you want to have a chance at. And to discover that failing miserably at it only means that tomorrow will be better, and that questions are not road blocks but rather roads not yet traveled.
Now . . . is it Chilly or Chilay?
Drink of the evening: Green Tea. It’s a Wednesday evening, and yes . . . it’s chilly.