I was talking to my good friend Leroy Weinstein today. He said he was at the end of the bar at Doc Sullivans the other night and overheard a conversation involving some good friends of mine. He says PJ McParlane was out with some city workers having a few beers. Something different I see.
One of the guys was a big loudmouth, according to Leroy. Friend: You're in a bar with twenty other men. You don't have to yell across the bar. Your intended listener will hear you. It's not going to make you sound smarter or tougher. Trust me.
I would love to respond to this person, but I honestly have no idea who he is. (Rez or Roz?). I'm flattered that you're in a bar (filled with twenty other guys) and my blog is a topic for your conversation. Some people get fat from drinking and mistake their flab for toughness. They get a couple of beers in them and all of a sudden, their sports statistics increase. If you were a backup point guard in high school, please don't talk about how you scored 1,000 points. And how you would have played at Syracuse if it wasn't for your "bad knee". I have to tell you. When this type of person walks around like they are carrying two suitcases, other people (including their own friends) make fun of them behind their back. I'm not saying you're this type of person, as I don't know you. But, feel free to comment underneath this post with your name (so I can figure out if I even do know you.)
As I've said many times, you can say anything you want about me. You really don't know squat about me, anyway. Nothing bothers me. "Un-embarrassable."I'll be the first to tell you I'm not perfect, but I answer only to myself. I've made some mistakes in life, but I can tell you nobody owes me anything. We're all accountable for our own actions. To me, Thanksgiving is just another day. I wake up everyday thankful for the friends and family that have been good to me. When I die, I could care less what anyone says about me.
Expand your horizons, gents. No need to be so insecure. It is ok to change your playbook once in awhile. There's more to life than talking about pensions at Doc Sullivans or Hoppers. And nobody cares what number you are on a civil service list. Congratulations on Danny Gare saying hello to you in 1983 when you were filling in for the Zamboni driver or skating on the ice at the Aud with your shovel. We're all very impressed and you know what you can do with that shovel.
If you're going to talk racist at a bar, that's your prerogative. But when your neighbors see you fawning all over Mayor Three Dollar Bill at public events, it makes you look like a hypocrite and a racist. So, please feel free to sign your name and let me know where I know you from. I love all the comments I get from anonymous tough guys who are so tough they "forget" to sign their names. Just remember, one of us puts their name attached to everything they say. What are you afraid of? And thanks for reading the blog. It and I are not perfect, but I'll do my best to continue educating you the best that I can. For your penance, go to a bar next week that actually allows women through the front door.
Sit down, take a look at yourself
Don't you want to be somebody?
Someday somebody's gonna see inside
You have to face up, you can't run and hide...