my boss let me go home a little early yesterday

bill murray i aint afraid of no goatswhich was good because i was a space cadet

i couldnt eat, i couldnt work well.

when i got home i took off my clothes, laid in my bed, then put new clothes on

and then walked around my neighborhood.

just walked and listened to Fall Out Boy

i bought a burrito somewhere i never ate before

i just walked.

i was afraid to go home, i was afraid to drive anywhere, i was afraid.

then my man Todd texted me from Wrigley

basically saying he was scared too,

so i turned my phone on, tuned in the radio broadcast and listening to WGN

the station i grew up on,

while i sat on a bench in Los Feliz

it soothed me.

so i walked home.

pitchers duel.

8th inning, i tweeted that Javy Baez has power

and right on cue he bashed one right into the mouth of the wind

he stared at it like it was soaring to Wisconsin

but that old, cold, mean mean wind blew it back

but then the ghost of Harry Caray distracted the wind, just for a scootch

and the ball landed in the Left Field basket.

“nothing but net” tweeted the Cubs

and that’s all it took to win the game

thanks to a beautiful 9th inning of flamethrowing by the closer Chapman

the rest of the night was watching Donald Trump fallout

and me not believing how good all of it could feel

ALL OF IT

put on your war paint

cubs lineup in a few hours the Cubs begin their march through the playoffs.

their lineup makes me nervous.

their two big boppers are batting 2nd and 3rd. then you have two infielders in the power positions.  (yes Z is playing left but thats because Baez is in the game).

Z had 18 dingers in the regular season which is below average AND he was hitless against Cueto, who is on the mound for the Giants.

so why is he batting cleanup? who knows? that’s why we pay Joe Maddon the big bucks.

that is why he wears the glasses and i write the tweets.

that is why the Cubs had the best record in baseball and i am eyeing the clock seeing when i can go home to watch.

me personally my lineup would be Dexter / Javy / Bryant /Rizz / Russ / Hey / Zob / Ross. You might get Rizzo one less AB than having him bat 3rd but at least theres some pop in the middle of the lineup.

DONT YOU SEE WHY I AM LOSING MY MIND IN ANTICIPATION?

I need a drink.

I need two drinks.

How am I still at home?

Where is my mind?

Will the Cubs win by 8 or just 1?

Will Ditka be there?

Will Ditka pitch?

How did the Native Americans handle the emotions of the playoffs? Ahhhhhh!!!!

im thinking about going to Frisco next week

R2D2yesterday the Giants beat the Mets in extra innings which gives them the right to play the Cubs in the first round of the actual playoffs.

thats good news and bad for the Cubs because the Giants have this weird thing going where they have won the World Series in each of the last three even-years.

eerily, this is 2016.

so not only do we have to break the Curse of the Billy Goat, the Sports Illustrated cover curse, but we also have to be the first team to beat the Giants in an even year.

no problemo.

so tomorrow and Saturday the two teams square off at the Friendly Confines, kicking off the best-of-five League Division Series.

on Sunday they fly to San Fran where they play two games at AT&T Park on Monday and Tuesday.

A mere 5 hour drive from where I blog to you today.

I have some vacation days coming my way but i was hoping to save those for the World Series. However.

Frisco.

Half a day to get up there. See the game. Tickets are only $80.

Sleep beneath the Golden Gate with a good book?

Wake, head over to the Squat and Gobble? Stumble over to the Zeitgeist for a couple of beers with some bikers? Chow down on some Chinese at the House of Nan King. Head over to the bleachers for another game. Tickets are only $90. Don’t drink. Drive back down to LA?

If one gets too tired, maybe sleep half way there around Bakersfield?

Thank the Lord for this matchup?

And hope the Dodgers are successful in their round versus the Nats so I can see the Cubbies at Chavez Ravine.

Weirder things have happened.

every day i drive to beverly hills through hollywood

come witha few blocks south of Paramount Pictures,

a movie and tv studio, that among other things, shoots stories about super heroes

are some real heroes that, when i see them,

make me cry inside.

i resist telling this to you because i dont want you to cry.

but today i was feeling especially emotional for some reason,

and when i saw them, i seriously considered jumping out of my car and hugging all of them.

every day i drive by a school for blind kids. little kids. maybe 6, 7 years old.

and theyre out on the fucked up LA sidewalks, arched due to old tree roots, and they have great big smiles and cute little dresses or sweaters with Lego characters on em

and folding walking canes with the red tips.

next to them are the heroes. young men and women with great patience showing them how to get around with their walking sticks.

and im telling you the kids are sooooo happy. they dont know the trees are changing colors or the sky is ridiculously california blue or that my car needs a wash.

all they know is they’re seeing the world in this new way, right now. and theyre beaming. some are laughing. and the heros are laughing too.

so today i was at a stop sign by the school and i wanted to roll down the window and just yell I LOVE WHAT YOURE DOING, FUCK YEAH RIGHT ON FUCK YEAH GO CUBS!

but i didnt wanna startle the little ones or kill their vibe. they didnt need me.

so when i wrote what i wrote earlier today about our highest good is being of service to others, thats almost exactly what i was talking about

except maybe not as dramatic as literally helping the blind.

but helping.

and you know its working when you see the gigantic smile on both yr faces.

what is life

hot tub

is it a series of tubes?

is it a fancy house, a swappable wife, a six figure sports car in the garage

the ability to get on national television and lie and lie and lie during a job interview?

or is life about ignoring all the crazy bells and whistles

and realizing that the highest plane of human existence is helping others?

i was driving the kids around usc yesterday and i had this incredibly beautiful junior business major in my car

and she was super stressed out.

any time her phone alerted her that someone had just sent her a text message she quickly grabbed her phone

like it had just shocked her bare legs.

she told me that she was worried that soon she would have to try to find a job.

i said, “obama has fixed all that. a biz degree from SC pretty much guarantees that you’ll be hired right away.”

she said, “all obama has done is create blue collar jobs, though.”

i was like, “you wanna be VP of a company the year after you graduate?”

and she looked at me like i knew how to accomplish just that.

but when it dawned on her that it was rhetorical, she sullenly looked out the window

at the passing Chipotle

and sighed the sigh of a 19 year old

who will Never be able to afford those Louboutins.

like ever.

it looks like the girl wont be sleeping on the couch for much longer

balancerspeople say you shouldnt jinx things by talking about things but do those people even understand how jinxing works?

if you can jinx something for the bad, shouldnt you, by the transitive law of geometry, be able to jinx something for the good?

and if so, why isnt everyone all the time jinxing junk for the good?

they’re not. also theyre not jinxing it for the bad either.

the girl will soon be moving to sin city where she will be sleeping on a bed for the first time, regularly, in over a year. i am very proud of her. she has taken on things that i dont think i could have.

i was not the best roommate. i was messy and she cleaned. i was loud, but she slept. i wasnt the most supportive after a while, yet she keeped on moving forward.

theres very very very few people i could have been as patient as i was with, but jeanine has a heart of gold and she knows i have her best interest at heart and everyone knows that its rare to have very close friends who are so close that you could do something like this with.

am i glad she’s moving to vegas? of course. the raiders will be moving there soon and this will cut down on all the hotel expenses i was planning on accruing.

and the way i see it, i get dibs on her couch for at least a few home stands.

but as they say the deal isnt finalized so keep the good thoughts brewing

and if youre any good at positive jinxes, jinx away, for good.

drove around USC last night and made a big mistake

yoAzdo i love driving? yes.

have i figured out how to do this damn thing in pretty much the entire city?

sorta.

the reason to drive around USC is because it’s little quick trips that are easy on your car, easy on the gas, and very little traffic so easy on your soul.

none of the rides will get you over $4 but like they used to say on tv, its all about volume volume volume. especially on a monday night which happens to be a Jewish holiday thus the rest of the city is dead.

but whenever you figure out a trick, The System will screw you.

the problem with USC is ubes never pays you right. its supposed to be like $3.08 a ride, but if its a pool the system only pays you $1.54 per person – which is half of what it should pay you. and you have to go back in your records and write them an email with all of the ride IDs — and guess what, sometimes Ubes wont write you back.

so you have to write again. and again. and then fight with someone clear across the other side of the world who would be sooooo happy with making $1.54 in 5 minutes, but bro, im supposed to be making $3.08 in 5 minutes. im driving a Benz. im college educated. I HAVE A BLOG TO SUPPORT.

im talking to chinese girls about their midterms. im talking to freshmen frat dudes who say getting girls is easy because the girls think bc youre young you dont know what youre doing, but you do know what youre doing, he says, on his way to taco bell to pick up food for the entire house. youre talking to sorority girls about their perfume. youre talking to a girl who got in on a full ride because shes badass at the Oboe. so i go, who is the greatest Oboe player today?

and she says Eugene Izotov. she says he plays with the Chicago Symphony. i flip my Cubs hat around so she can see it and say, the Chicago? who was the conductor, is that Solti? she informs me that Solti has been dead for years, that the conductor has been Muti for a while. so we talk about Dudamel. i deserve my full $3.08, uber. no frickin robot is gonna spin his Cubs hat around and talk classical while playing punk rock in a benzo sipping on a super big gulp of cherry coke with a forgotten jack n the box taco in the glove box.

at some point i felt like i had had enough. 21 rides in 3 hours. so whereas normally i refused UberX calls, i took one. hopefully they were headed to hollywood. worst case scenario they wanted to go to DTLA. but just my luck it was a french dude who had a tiny suitcase. an Oboe? no. he wanted to go to LAX. mama mia. ok, i’ll make $20 i thought. wrong again. $16.50.

why would ubes lower its fares sooo low that an airport ride from USC (which is one end of LA) to LAX (the other) would net the driver less than $20 if he is trying to make the Uber X hustle? dont they know thats exactly what will kill the driver? that will make him stop – or worse – thats what will make him just switch over to Lyft exclusively because on such a ride, for sure the passenger will tip him a few bucks, because trust me, if i can exchange classical facts with a pretty girl on a 4 minute ride, what can i parlez avec un frog on his way to Chicago on a 45 minute LAX run?

i told him to get a girlfriend immediately because when the cold wind blows he might need two girlfriends to keep him warm, skinny as he is.

illustration by the French artist YoAz

mary came to my work today

maryand she dolled herself up real good to meet Oscar

as you know she has a little fluffy doggie named Oscar so she wanted to meet his cousin

i think she thought we were really gonna break open a case and let her go home with one, but instead of that i brought she and her smokin hot friend to our theater lobby and they took pics next to one of the giant statues.

after all that nonsense we drove to lunch and mama mia how does mary’s boyfriends do it?

this girl is nonstop energy the whole time

funny jokes under her breath

crazy schemes

she knows all the movers and shakers. she has questions that she answers herself.

she ordered a win with a side of ice because she knew the wine wouldnt be good.

she asked for the salad because she thinks shes fat.

i was all, baby if youre fat then all of america is fat

ALL AMERICA IS FAT! she screamed and birds flew from the trees

my fish was divine and every time marys friend told me her name i instantly forgot it.

i kept calling her Juanita.

Juanita is an Aquarius from Afghanistan. amazing eyes, great fashion choices and smart as a tack.

i friend requested her on facebook and i dont think she will accept me.

i dont blame her.

i paid for lunch for all of us but when we got back to the car there was a ticket on it.

mary was all, why didnt you put money in my meter?

i didnt know i was supposed to.

she said you drove my car, everyone knows the driver has to pay the meter!

i do? i guess i do now.

but it looks like our trip to vegas to see britney spears at the planet hollywood isnt going to happen bc they hate me now. and thats how the cookie crumbles.

oh well, i still have my plantains in my doggie bag.