Let us get this Friday going. DJ starts that music.
I had been refraining from blogging for a bit as the DNC conventions were going on for the last four days. Re-hashing the day’s events each day would be over the top—even for a political wonk like myself.
I will say this: The list of speakers was long, and they had quite a few worthy prime time speakers. My only real gripes with the event are that the Obamas brought the most applause and “star power,” yet you had them done by Tuesday. The Clintons—it’s been twenty years since they’ve been in office—you have them on the day before your leading candidate? The parties up and coming star Josh Shapiro, from a state you badly need in Pennsylvania, you have him done on Wednesday. Why wouldn’t you have him on the same day as Harris? Instead, you have Adam Kinzinger speak about how the Republican party has lost its way. It just wasn’t very inspiring.
I like to listen to all voices frequently to understand the positions of the far right and far left. One of the voices on the far right is Lou Penrose. Sometimes, his show is tolerable and informative with beneficial information, but often, when he dives into his love for all things Trump, I’d rather have a diarrhea-filled bowel movement. Maybe it’s because I don’t understand the nature of being this tribal to something you have to support and make excuses/rational for everything the party does. Why can’t you call a turd a turd?
But. I like to give credit where credit is due. So I’ll do that now.
I’d be amiss if I didn’t share one of the funnier moments of the convention.
RFK Jr. suspends his campaign but doesn’t cancel it. But wants you to vote for him as long as you don’t live in a battleground state. Huh?!? This is the same guy who had a worm eat some of his brain, and he dropped off a dead bear cub at Central Park. All the polling data that I read suggested that he took a fair amount of Democratic donors and a fair amount of ‘Never Trump’ voters. So where do those votes go now? My guess is many/most won’t vote at all.
Moving on….
Rory’s 3-wood, which was a hasta la vista three-wood, had a bad swing. I’ve seen him launch it better, though.
My Cubbies put on a show against Detroit. It’s a big weird seeing Javier Baez in a Detroit uniform. All those guys that made up that core group – Bryant, Rizzo, Baez – and they’re all struggling to bat .200. Unloading those guys was the best decision.
Lastly….
Yesterday was the second golf round I played completely pain-free in a while. There was no lower oblique strain issue, and there was no knee issue. I just went out there to play and have fun, trying not to push things too much. What happened? Five birdies and perhaps my best round of the year, 75. I’m glad I got to be with two friends to enjoy it during and after.
I probably should have kept the sentimental part of the blog post for the middle of this and let it be the main subject. But it’s rounds like this that make me miss my Dad. I was young and naive and always thought there would be more. I was self-centered (hey, what eighteen-year-old kid isn’t?!?) and never looked to the future. Or maybe I should have been more mindful of the present.
Have a good weekend everyone.