So, what did Santa Put in Your Stocking, Little Boy?
Nothing dirty here.
Just curious. Since all of our families, friends and neighbors know, we are Tiger fans. So what did they, er Santa, get you?
My Santa got me "100 Things Tiger Fans Should Know & Do Before They Die." Kind of like our bucket list of a few months ago.
Haven't had time to read it yet, but I think I've done many of them, like visit Lakeland and Tigertown. They say something about Earl Wilson being one of the earlist black Tiger heroes; just to show you my Tiger loyalty easily out paces my racism, I got his autograph at Nemo's Bar, about 1974.
Finally, in these dark days of winter, I present to you a picture of better days, my brothers Roy, and Chuck and me, at a Toledo Mud Hens game, sucking in our guts the best we could. A Tony Packo's hot dog with chili, beer, onions, and then two hours later a two hour trip back home with three flatulent, middle-aged digestive systems.
"Oh God, couldn't you have held it for another 50 miles?
"Me? That wasn't me, that was him!
"Yeah, well it wasn't half as bad as when Dad used to rent an ice fishing shanty on Anchor Bay, and blow the doors off the shanty. Who was afraid of drowning if we went through the ice? We were afraid of asphyxiation."
Family. I love 'em.