Saturday night I cooked burgers for the homies. My Great-Uncle Ray of the Tiller came over and enjoyed his hamburger. It was only after he finished that Mom told him that the burgers were made of bison meat rather than beef. He didn't take it very well. "Is that red meat??" he asked. Yes, Ray, bison is red meat, as is beef. "Well, I'm not supposed to eat red meat." Ray. You just ate a hamburger that you thought was beef. Bison is practically the same, only lower in fat. "But I'm not supposed to eat red meat." DUDE.
Ray's a weird cat. Once we were having a discussion about how objectionable the president is (one of the few things we can agree on politically), and he went into some thing about how Bush had made some statement in support of Islam. Ray thought that was the craziest thing in the world: "But Islam . . . Islam worships humans!"
Anyway. Sunday I went to the baseball game at the friendly confines of Dudy Noble Field. Best place to watch a baseball game in the country. (OK, so I've never been to Fenway or Wrigley. Cut me some slack.)
Sunday I took the scenic route home and checked out the, um, scenes.
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