Yesterday, I went to the website of the computer football game I have mentioned in this blog. I clicked on the game package I wanted to purchase and put in a discount code. When it came time to actually fill in some information and click “Buy” I couldn’t do it.
I think last year’s experience with bugs in the game and the dismissive attitude of the game’s creator and publisher has just left me cold. I guess I could try to find another pro football computer game, but I am just not at a point where I want another learning curve for something that is, truthfully, not that important. Of course, ask me next week and I might have purchased a game, a new one or the “old” one.
Why I am so indecisive is not as easy to explain as not being able to find a satisfying career post-baseball. That is part of it, of course, but something else is at work. I wish I knew what it was.
On this day in 1869 Charles Hires sold his first root beer, in Philadelphia. He was the first person to brew root beer commercially.
OK, why did I bring this up? On Monday, my wonderful wife and I went to Denny’s for lunch. The results of my blood work before my recent physical were good enough, quite good in fact, so that I am giving myself a month of indulgence. You Seinfeld aficionados remember the episode “The Summer Of George.” Well, this will be The June Of Me.
For Monday lunch I had pancakes and root beer. I think it’s been more than a year since I consumed root beer. When I was younger I disliked it, but it is one of the few comestibles that I have grown to like. OK, you fussbudgets, comestibles is supposed to refer to food and not drink. So sue me…by the way, the pancakes were excellent, but I have hardly eaten them in the last year, either.
I have a fair amount of willpower and discipline, even with food. However, I think you have to reward yourself from time to time.
I cannot indulge myself with the purchase of another vehicle, however. No room at the inn, if you will. No, this is not an excuse to show another picture of a Studebaker Gran Turismo Hawk. No, this is not more exposition about my Ultimate Garage 3.0.
What do you think of this car listed in Hemmings?
This is a 1969 Pontiac Grand Prix. The odometer reads 42,239 miles, but I’m guessing that’s more like 142,239 miles. The seller, Country Classic Cars, is asking $12,950, which seems a tad steep to me for a car with “uncertain” mileage, but I really like the way this car looks. The car would also connect me to my first car, a 1967 Pontiac GTO, and to the car I owned the longest, a 1995 Grand Prix. The hashtag that has been part of this blog from almost the beginning really does resonate with me, #somanycarsjustonelife.
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