ROSTE BEEFE RANTS- 2006 Version
Going thru my notes. I wrote this in 2006, long before facebook and this website and before Linsanity, Tim Tebow or even Pawn Stars.
Still very relevant. Enjoy.
Yeah, if you came here to learn something… move on down the line. You ain’t gonna find it here.
The NBA has been bothering me. If the NBA’s best can’t compete with International play, then why doesn’t an NBA team get an European coach and European players. That should work, shouldn’t it?
If I ever have a dog again I think Blu is a great dog name. Or whiskey.
Hummer Limos are cool. Period. Always.
I wish I had a hobby. I don’t have one. I used to like to play basketball, but I officially retired in 2006. Hunting, fishing, golf, and a ton of stuff more interests me, just can’t seem to get passionate about anything. I like my job. But that’s wacko if that’s a hobby. Fantasy football can’t be considered a hobby can it? (Side Note: I started playing basketball again in 2009. I think I then retired again. I am still playing.)
Time. I just can’t seem to ever get enough time for friends, working out, anything really. It’s always a constant battle with me. I even eat fast just to get done with it. That I think must be the coolest part of heaven. There is no time… think about that for awhile. No time. None. whew. That will blow your mind.
Everybody gets 24 hours. Don’t tell me you have been busy (with work or life) and have been meaning to call. Too busy to work out, hunt, fish, golf, sleep, whatever, whatever. Everybody gets 24 hours. You just choose to do something different with your time. And that’s OK. But nobody is too busy. Unless you got somebody in your life that is not healthy. Then, all bets are off.
Betting. I can’t believe more people don’t like to gamble. I’ll gamble every time. Why not? I’ll gamble that the Packers will win. I’ll gamble at the ice cream shop on the newest flavor. Because you never know you might win. So what’s the big deal, try it.
Buy local. I can’t believe all the people that shop at these big boxes. IF THE SERVICE IS THERE AND THE PRICE IS ABOUT THE SAME, buy local. They back up there stuff, they might be your friend, the money stays in town, they support your local charities. But I don’t like the “little guys” that think people should just buy from them because they are local and their service and price sucks. Come on, you got to be competitive. But is it really fun shopping at Home Dumpo? Really? I don’t get that. Or shopping at Wally World? If you ever need some meat, or a nice suit go to a local guy. That’s what I’m talking about. Loehr’s in Campbellsport, Eden’s meat locker, Kewaskum Frozen Foods all come to mind. Brauer’s in Fond du Lac. (Now closed, in 2011 I believe.) Now that is how men are supposed to buy nice clothes. Buy a suit there and your life will change forever. That’s what I’m talking about. Leroy’s Bar in Oshkosh.
The Brewers. If you think this is Packerland, your right. But I’m telling you all if there is ever a great Brewers team there are millions of closet Brewer fans here in Wisconsin. It would be insane. (9.27.06)
Christmas. I love Christmas, and I love presents. But gift cards I hate. If you can’t take the time or find somebody a cheesy thought out little gift, just pack it in and make a donation in their name to a charity. Who needs a $20 gift card…. Let’s all trade $20 bills, or a bottle of booze, and say a prayer, ok people?
Places I could just hang out at… the library, the zoo, backyards (yours or mine), Vegas for 48 hours, up north, a beach on a hot day, any Grandma’s kitchen when she is baking (doesn’t even have to be my Grandma, a group of guys playing cards (I love the conversation), a Brewer Game- bleachers preferred, a Packer Game- colder the better, breakfast at a busy greasy diner for Saturday breakfast, a week old baby’s room (the smell, the atmosphere, the pride of the parents, the new life!), an old time local bar on a Sunday runner, the first hour fishing when they aren’t biting and nobody in the boat could care any less. 10 minutes before a marathon, or 5k starts (anything like that). A gym where some “great” pick up basketball is being played. By “great” I mean all the players care about is winning, show boating is encouraged, but it BETTER get you closer to kicking the other team off the court. And no fights. Life is too short. Suck it up, and move on. My favorite pick up games? Roger Turchany’s in Campbellsport, or the daily battles at University Campuses, where the best gym rats can beat the University’s starting 5 at a pick up game 9 times out of 10. I’ll bet my life on it. A garden when the plants are just breaking ground, and the first warm wind is on your face. A walk or hunt in the woods in fall, or first snow. Opening day pheasant hunting, or the last week of pheasant hunting under a fresh snow. Sunday morning Church with a great choir and an energetic priest. 4th of July parade, when the veteran’s walk by and you stand in honor of their time and our great country.
At my funeral I want played somewhere over the rainbow by that Hawaiian guy to make everyone cry and I want Don’t worry, be Happy as the final song to make everyone laugh. Oh, and sign Amazing Grace and On Eagles wings, just cause you should.