Happy Friday, everyone! I’m pumped to kick off the day with some blogging and a healthy dose of humor. Today, I’m on the lookout for the lighter side of the news, aiming to unearth some comedic gems hidden in the day’s headlines. Let’s turn the spotlight on the absurd and find the laughter in the world around us.

The uniforms. Lots of talk about baseball uniforms. Nike designed them. Put their logo on them. Then, they handed it off to a company called ‘Fanatics’ to create. Only problem? The white is see-thru. A lot of players complaining. Nike said in a statement that they’re listening to the fans, but they wanted the material to be more breathable. I can see it now. Some player takes to the plate with a big black cup and we see it all. Or lets take this to its logical conclusion. Imagine if a player goes commando. Yep. This is where we’ve reached in baseball. Image below taken from the official Dodgers photo day.

Club Random

Bill Maher’s Club Random is an additional YouTube show and podcast that complements his HBO show. This new platform allows Maher to engage with his audience in a more casual setting, offering a different perspective and content from his television program. It provides an opportunity for Maher to delve into topics of interest with a more relaxed and unscripted approach, catering to a diverse audience across various mediums.

He drinks. Smokes pot. Dives into a plethora of issues. It’s kind of like Bill freed up. Anyway, they had a good back-and-forth on Gavin Newsom and abortion. I gave you just the parts of the discussion below.

Last Thursday, yours truly found themselves at ‘The Junction’ with the usual Thursday suspects, Eric and Nicole. It was the typical shenanigans – good times, good friends, and of course, good drinks. When the bill made its grand entrance, I generously sprinkled a 35% tip, considering it was our fifth rendezvous with the waitress, whose service had consistently been top-notch.

Oh, the amusing musings of my dear wife! She seems to have a unique perspective on my tipping habits, playfully linking them to the waitress’s attributes. Specifically, her mind hilariously wanders to the topic of the waitress’s, ahem, bust size. Quite the comedic mind, my wife has! I’d never be guilty of that 😂

So, last night, we decided to have a solo adventure at our usual spot since the other dynamic duo had some home maintenance to deal with. We took our seats at the bar, and our go-to bartender, Kelly, greeted us with, “Oh, I’ve missed you guys.” Now, let me set the scene for you – Loren is a fit guy with chiseled arms. Yeah, I’m not blind. I can see what’s right in front of me. As the night went on, he showered us with compliments, especially focusing on my wife. I mean, it was all ‘I got you’ and ‘I’d be very happy to take care of that for you.’ Time passed, and when it was time to settle the bill, my wife grabbed it and covered her writing with her hand. I couldn’t help but chuckle and said, “You must be tipping for the biceps, huh?” Yeah – it was 40%. We walked out and I made a tongue in cheek joke,”So when is the first date?”

Lastly…..

I’ve got this fantastic doctor, but I try not to visit too often. He’s a total golf nut and a fitness freak, and his influence has really steered me towards a healthier lifestyle since January. Fitness, fitness, and more fitness. Weight loss, too. You know, the classic struggle of keeping those muscles while shedding the pounds. I’ve even got this Omron contraption for checking my blood pressure that’s been collecting dust for about a year. Usually, my readings hover around 135/85, but recently they shot up to 150/95. Not ideal, right? So, I was mentally preparing for a life on blood pressure meds. It’s just part of getting older, or so I thought. I’d accepted my fate and even made it a personal goal to eventually wean off the medication. But then, I plop down in the chair, the nurse wraps the cuff around my arm, and starts the whole measurement ordeal. Lo and behold, 117/70 flashes on the screen. I’m thinking, “What? No way.” She punches the numbers into the computer, and I’m in absolute disbelief. Am I tempting fate by questioning this miracle? So, I muster up the courage and ask, “Are you sure there wasn’t a glitch? Can we try that again?” The nurse, with a gentle smile, agrees and reassures me, “I could clearly hear your heart beating.” Round two of the measurement, and bam, it’s 115/72. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Cubs Talk

Lots of talk about the negotiations with Cody Bellinger. My gut instinct says he’ll end of elsewhere. I hope I’m wrong. Interesting to see the number of Scott Boras agents that remain unsigned even right now during Spring Training.

Have a good Friday everyone!