Caitlin Clark's playing her last college basketball game today for Iowa, at noon, Central Standard Time. I've been following her since she recently broke the record for most points in a game.
Now she's eighteen points away from breaking the season scoring record, women or men. I'll be watching and cheering her on.
Here's my view of the record breaking moment.
Caitlin has the ball with thirty seconds left before halftime, two points away from breaking the record that has stood for over fifty years. Other players stay back, and she slowly dribbles as the half approaches. Finally she rushes towards the net and launches one of her high signature shots.
She wants swish, nothing but net, a crowd erupting, halftime ending event while the network has the time to revel in it.
But she missed. The clock was down to 0.3 seconds and it was stopped for some penalty. Suddenly the court was cleared and somebody took a free throw shot, then Caitlin appeared and was given two free throws, on a cleared court, to break a fifty year old record, before halftime.
Thank god for the network, she made them both, but later on in the first big interview, she said she didn't know she had broken the record until the crowd erupted, because she was so focused on the game.
Sorry girl, congrats, but you didn't know you were breaking a huge record with each shot, right before the half ended that you slow rolled so you could take your big shot? And where the hell did those two free throws come from?
Gee folks, I think we might be getting played...
I have some daily rules that I live by in my little house. The two most important are to make my bed and do my dishes.
But this was one of those let the fucking dishes slide kind of day, so I did.
I rolled my feet onto the floor at 0715 this morning, and straight into my clothes, instead of my robe. I was hungry, I called my neighbor Daniel and he was on the same wave length.
We drove to the Square in my truck and had their Saturday buffet. It's funny, but I've never had more than one round there, I just build me up a good plate.
Later I ate those sliders, all four of them. Then Daniel wanders over from his nap and say's he's heading into town for Chinese food.
He came back with a container of good stuff and we both ate a plate full.
Anyway, back to the fucking dishes, two more plates and a couple of forks have joined in.
I can't remember the last time I've used an electric dishwasher, it's been decades. I am a professional dish washer, having once dragged myself from hopelessness, to a job at the local hotel, for a few years.
I asked myself if destroying my buzz by doing the dishes was the right thing to do now, and myself said hell no!
Living alone and caring just for yourself is challenging. I have empathy for those that have to work, on top of it, and sometimes we just have to say, fuck the dishes.
And do them in the morning...
I whipped up my original sandwich mix today. It's one can of lobster meat, one can of albacore tuna, both drained well and chopped up, four boiled eggs, mayo and seasoning. Everything is mixed together.
Then I cut the crust off two slices of bread and airfry them until brown on one side. Flip them over, put the mix on, a slice of tomato on each, then sprinkle cheese and more seasoning on top.
Back in, and airfried until ready. Fish Sliders.
They are so good and just melt in my mouth, which works out great since I have no teeth.
I have so many emotions floating through my old mind, as I sit here fucked up in my little space in the South. Love, honesty, and being true to myself is really all that matters!
I didn't land rich, although I should have, instead I landed existing, lonely, horny and sad. I'm also the smartest mother fucker you've ever met in your life!
Yea, I picked up the smart gene, didn't know what to do with it, and it blew up in my face! Now I just respect it.
I dropped down into Instagram today, a land I rarely go to. I saw a message sent a year ago from Andrew Aldworth, a childhood friend of my son Riley, a kid that I loved as a son through the nineties in Kent, WA.
So, I left him a message, call me, with my number. I was passed out in my chair tonight when my phone rang. It was Andrew!
We had a great talk, he told me that I was his inspiration to pursue a career in technology.
I was doing some stuff back in the nineties that obviously inspired him. I had crawled my way back from living in a fucking field, to driving a bus and writing code.
My friend Andrew is now around forty and doing great in the tech world. I'm truly touched by the emotion he expressed tonight, and that I was his inspiration.
I happened upon one of the last Posts I made on my old blog. Steph and I were bailing on Idaho, not sure if we were even going in the same direction.
We landed here together. I formed a bond with her family, that sadly dissolved into dust, and I miss them. I also yearn to reconnect with the family I left behind in Idaho and Wyoming, somehow.
And now my grand scheme is to connect with as many of my grand babies as I can, in one spot in the middle of America, this Summer.
Other than that, I'm just a bit drunk, smoked and sad.
My phone and my watch are connected, and I just found a photo that my watch took, and sent to my phone. I have no idea of when or where, appears to be an Amish jar of mustard, and it looks pretty tasty actually!
I've been looking at the middle of our country, waiting for a place to jump out to me for a possible family reunion this Summer.
It needs to be large enough to have an airport, attractions, restaurants, but not too big, no freeways, flat, quaint.
Omaha, NB checks all those boxes, and is close to the geographic center of the 48 contiguous states, in Lebanon, KS.
I have just set up a new Facebook Group, private and by invite only. It's for me and my fourteen grand-children, and their children, to communicate and ultimatly connect.
It would be wonderful if our families could come together now. I'm proposing a place in the middle of the country, this Summer.
The idea is that my group admins, Shelby and Shannon, could get all of my other grand-children involved, and talking with each other.
I've been watching my duplex neighbor get food delivered via DoorDash for years now. You would think that a computer genius like me would have signed up with these guys long ago, but I just did now. Hungry, and not able to drive.
I got me some catfish, baked beans, potato salad and toast from Legends Express. Kinda pricey, DoorDash takes their cut, the driver gets an automatic tip, and I quite frankly don't get it yet.
Ahh, but now I do! I'm watching the amazing app that shows where your food is in-route, and as a coder I'm blown away.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw it turning on to my street so I went outside and greeted the car as it pulled up. A young lady with a big smile jumped out and handed me a bag, with no expectations for an additional tip.
So, the cost to get that meal DoorDashed here was a bit under twice as much as it cost. In this case, $16 something total. Was it worth it today? Hell yea! I was going to split it in half for later, but ate the whole thing standing at my kitchen counter.
This has been a wonderful experience! A delicious plate of food from my favorite local place arrived quickly with a smile, still warm, and the catfish melted in my mouth. Damn...
I was still in my robe this morning when I got a loud knock on the door. At first I thought it was the cops, but a peek through my door glass showed a tall old man standing there.
It turned out to be a guy I had chatted with in the Park a few years back, I had mentioned where I lived and he decided to drop by today.
He's an 84 year old country boy, hard of hearing so we talked loud. His girlfriend is 87 and they've been together fourteen years. He sold his house and moved in with her. The two drive as a team when together, one checking surrounding traffic while the driver handles the lights. They don't drive at night.
He was an insurance claims adjuster, which is interesting since my smoke buddy yesterday was urgently looking for someone to help him get some money from an auto accident a while back.
Mr. Jones said what he needs is an Independent Adjustor, someone who will jump through all the insurance company hoops, settle the claim, and draw a commission.
This guy was great to talk to, very down home, honest and ethical. He told me of folks he had helped over the years, even writing out checks on the hoods of cars.
He told me about a family that had made house insurance payments for twenty years, missed one payment, and then lost their home in a storm. The company didn't want to settle, but he got it done.
Then he said something that I liked so much, I wrote this Post to share it.
"If you do people right, you never lose."
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