Thursday, April 17, 2008

Cougar sightings seem to be all the rage these days (pun intended). I have yet to see one, but I’ve got my eyes peeled. By “cougar,” I don’t mean an older woman who is attracted to me sexually. She would have to be in her 80s for that to happen, and I think that maybe I’ll take a pass on any action like that. The news media tends to serve up stories in a binge sort of fashion. There’s always a rash of stories that occurs after one particular story either captures our fancy (cougars) or is so horrible (school shootings) that we don’t feel that we can get enough of it, or they don’t feel we can. It was like that with high-speed motorcycle crashes a few years ago.

Last year, after thirty years, I finally discovered Chicago’s lakefront (I know, where have I been?) and I plan to use it extensively this summer now that I am off the air at 10:00 a.m. I did cardio along the path that runs from the Chicago Yacht Club down to the Adler Planetarium. This year, I plan on heading north a little because I think that there are more hot girls up that way. In fact, I didn’t really see any girls the two or three days that I headed south on the lakefront path, but then I was taking care not to fall into the lake. That would have been embarrassing and would have surely ended up on TV, or at least YouTube. Try not to run into me.

I am getting ready to watch the White Sox in Baltimore and the Democratic debate in Pennsylvania tonight (Wednesday night). The White Sox being in Baltimore always makes me hungry for crab cakes and BBQ. The crab cakes are everywhere, and although I’ve never had it, Boog’s BBQ at Camden Yards looks awesomely good. I suppose there’s a BBQ/crab cake component to the democratic debate tonight and I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions on that. Hillary does not remind me of anything BBQ. Leave it to me to tell you that I’m going to let you draw your own conclusions and then tell you mine, but doesn’t Hillary seem like the personification of a crab cake?