Thursday, August 7, 2008

Drew Peterson has been no fun ever since he didn’t get his gun charges dismissed. I guess one has to serious up when real charges are brought to bear, and seemingly he will have to have a trial on at least one of those charges. If I were Drew, I’d go with a bench trial. I think the odds of a judge ruling fairly on his behalf are better than those of the general public doing so. As an Illinois gun owner with a valid FOID card, I know how tricky those weapons charges can be. I only have a 12-gauge shotgun, but if I were Drew I’d prefer a reputation of having a longer barrel. I just wish that Drew would do something goofy again, and soon.

Every time I hear or see something about the Olympics in Beijing, I want to either get a plate of Chinese food or a table shower. I hope that things go well for China. I’d like to see them become part of the international mainstream. I’m afraid if we are all too hard on them for all of their bad environmental stuff and not freeing Tibet, that they will just revert back into their lobster Cantonese-style shells and go hardcore communist for a few more decades. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Dalai Lama and plan on owning a few llamas myself one day, I just want things to go smoothly in Beijing.

I’m hitting up the White Sox game again on Wednesday night. I’ll admit it; I left in the sixth inning last night when they were down by four runs. It was already 9:30 and I’d seen enough. I don’t know why I was in such a hurry to get home. My electricity was off, the house was hotter than hell, and I ended up watching the whole game anyway. That means I went to bed after midnight and then got up at 4:00 a.m. so I don’t want to have my White Sox fandom questioned. I might have dozed off for innings 11 through 13, but I was awake for the final and most important inning. Remember what they say about baseball: It’s not over until the fat guy sleeps.