It's hot out here in the desert. Why yesterday it was 110. That's hot enough to fry an egg on the asphalt. Palm Springs is so hot that people are barely seen outside. They rush from their houses to their cars to stores and then back again with supplies in bags. You only need lay out by a pool for ten minutes and you're instantly tan as a pair of Spanish boots made of the finest leather. Your skin will eventually become leather. But it's a dry heat. Yeah that's the ticket, it a dry heat.
The Padres actually won a game last night against Boston in Boston. Crazy. Today is the rubber match. I wish I could be there in Fenway Park.
I hope The NFL doesn't come to an agreement and there's a strike. It'd be fun to take a year off. The fans could find other things to do and realize it's not the end of the world. It would prove we can live without The NFL for a year and actually have fun. Then after a year watch the owners beg the fans to come back to their corporate game. I could live without The NFL for a year. But hey, I'm a baseball guy.
I'm headed to Texas next week and I have four shows: Houston, Austin, Athens and Mineral Wells. I hope to see you there.
Have a great Wednesday. I'm going to have a cup of tea with my Pop.