Here we go again: UPI Column
I'm frustrated this morning about everything. I get cranky like this several times a year. Between too much work, getting ready to go to California next week, painting and de-wallpapering, and some online conversations where my thinking is about as clear as the goop on my walls, I feel like one mango short of a brain smoothie. My column probably expresses some of that frustration pretty accurately (though I really don't want to keep writing the same song, second and third verse). Change is coming...
What I really wanted to post about is not my frustration in my own pitiful little world, however, but rather... did you see Dwayne Wade? I mean, Damn, he's good! I was rooting for Pat Riley and the Heat. Great to see Gary Payton get a ring, finally. Indeed. Shaq warmed my heart.
On the golf front—my heart goes out to Tiger for his first ever sympathy applause at the US Open.
And my stomach cringes for Phil Mickelson. He must be having that recurring nightmare of slicing into the trees.
More soon! (After all this wretched wallpaper is really gone and the paint has dried...)