Just Couldn’t Pull The Trigger

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.

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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.

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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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