Red Wings & 1-800-Call-Sam

I was at work when I got the phone call, it was Pat screaming on the other end of the phone. "Calm down Pat, whats going on? I can't understand a word you are trying to say!" Once Pat took a deep breath he blurted out "I'm going to the Red Wings game tonight and Im so excited!!!!!" Pat's boss gave him 2 tickets in a suite to the first Red Wings Stanley Cup playoff game. He tried calling Dick (my mom's husband) but he didn't answer. Pat has some new legal advice for him...answer the phone when his son in-law is calling, it's usually important. Important like 2 tickets to a Red Wings Game!!! Hopefully next time.

So Pat gave his old childhood friend Ben aka Peanut a call and asked him to go. Of course Peanut flipped out just the same as Pat. Originally the two planned on hanging out in our living room to watch the game but instead they were going to get to go to the game!!!


Ben & Pat.



During playoffs the players don't shave so everyone was given a beard to wear. Here is Pat hanging out in the suite with his new look.




Holy crap, it's 1-800-Call-Sam!! Pat called me from the game and told me I would never believe who he was sitting with, Sam Bernstein!! He sat and chatted with Sam and his wife. Pat told me they were so nice and normal that he almost forgot that he was sitting next to a guy he see's everyday on tv!

The two had a great time. It was a special night for both, neither one had been to a playoff game, not to mention a playoff game in a suite!!

Kiss the Wet Noses

This is for Aunt M.

Dusty

OK so if any of you out there know my history...I'm a die hard till the end no matter what State I live in, I'm an LA Dodger's fan. But...my all time favorite player will always be Dusty Baker. As long as I can remember Dodger's ran through my blood. I can thank my Dad for this. My father was the Dodgers photographer for many years.

I grew up at Dodger Stadium. I was given so many wonderful memories there. In fact, growing up I actually thought everyone went to all home games, brought gum for the players, knew who Fred Claire was, and didn't know how important it was NOT to play with an autographed baseball in the front yard. Little did I know that I was one of few that got the privilege of doing so much.

Growing up at the Stadium I found one player I had an instant bond with. I don't know what it was, but he was my one and only player and I had to support him! His name was Dusty Baker.

Every home game we would go to I would have to stop and pick up Bubbalicious Bubble Yum Gum. I remember my mom taking me to the gas station on the way to the games and I would get the same gum in a brown paper bag every time. We would get to the stadium early and I would hand deliver Dusty his gum for the game. I remember hanging out before the games in the Dodger's dugout, sitting on Dusty's lap, hearing him talk and telling me he knew I would be watching him play.

Years have passed and contact has been lost. Tonight I gave Pat and Ryan their Easter Baskets...I know its not Easter. It's Easter Eve! Inside their Easter baskets were Hockey and Baseball cards. Inside Ryan's pack was a Dusty Baker Card!!!! Can you believe it! What are the chances of that!!! Ryan instantly gave me his baseball card, no questions asked. What a wonderful brother.

wait!

I FOUND THE RIGHT BOAT! SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION!

OH MY HOLY FRUSTRATED!@!@#!@$%%

OK time to vent a little bit.

I want to begin by saying that my wife, Laura, the most beautiful, perfect, amazing and loving wife you could ever ask for normally does all the typing on this blog....Today, things change.


So I sold a ham radio item on Ebay and shipped the item out to the seller in Cali. Weeks later I get a message that said "um......you sent my package to Hawaii, not California". Any normal person that has mailed anything knows that this has to be impossible. How in the world do you send something 2000 miles off target? This is IMPOSSIBLE!!! Well let me tell you people it's not! I apparently am the first person in the history of the United States Postal Service to be the victim of a postal worker mix up. UGH!!!!!!!

Being the courteous person I am, I immediately send a message to the buyer stating that I would find out what the deal is. I call the postal service, give them a tracking number and they find the error. "Yep, sorry Mr. Clouse but we sent the package to Hawaii, not California" The postal worker entered the second digit of the zip code as a 6 instead of a 5! ONE DIGIT=2000 miles! ONE DIGIT= west coast vs. middle of the Pacific Ocean! WTF!#(!#)!#^!)^!*&#!*&

So, after I talked to the postal worker on the phone, gave them the correct information I thought all was in order. NOPE! As soon as I get out of work today a email waits for me, disputing the charges, wanting the $400+ dollars back while the time vampire of a package is in limbo. You have to be kidding me. So that was the jam in my radar for the day Lonestar.

Love,
P@

P.S. I found the boat the package is on..................