1. I was up and at 'em earlier than usual this morning. I savored a sesame bagel (from Beach Bum Bakery) with cream cheese, completed today's Wordle puzzle, and blasted out of Kellogg in the Camry and got the car serviced at Parker Toyota. Everything is in good shape.
2. I swung by Byrdman's house and he piled into the Camry and we rocketed over to the Spokane Tribe Casino in Airway Heights and spent time in the big luxurious chairs at the Caesar Sports Book figuring out what kind of wagers we'd make, trying to win a little money on the Men's NCAA Basketball Tournament.
The Sports Books doesn't allow wagers on Washington teams, so Gonzaga was not a team we could pick.
I decided to bet on three teams to win their regions: Alabama, Purdue, and Houston.
I bet on four teams to win the whole tournament: Alabama, Kansas, Texas, and Marquette.
Next up: I've got to fill out a couple or three bracket sheets and send them to Sharann and Doug. I've never filled out multiple brackets before, but I'd like to submit a cautious bracket, a picking teams I root for bracket, and possibly a wildly upset oriented bracket -- I'm not wily. I just like to have fun and I think multiple brackets will be fun (and possibly funny).
3. Byrdman and I finished placing our bets and then we sat at a table in the casino's sports bar and enjoyed a few two dollar Mac n Jack African Amber beers. I hadn't sipped on a craft beer for a while and wanted a beer that was easy to drink, not very high in ABV, and that was a little sweet, not very bitter. This amber hit the spot and as we relaxed Byrdman and I had a top notch yakkin' session, talking about everything from college basketball to players we loved to watch in our conference in our high school days. Byrdman told me about a group of CdA guys he meets up with about once a month at lunch time -- some great names from the past surfaced -- and we talked about some of the indignities of aging that each of us is experiencing and what's going on with people we know as they get older.
I'll just say no one escapes the different maladies of aging, whether it's joint pain, loss of memory, loss of stamina, problems with eyes and eyesight, or anything else.
Even as we felt the mild euphoria of the African Ambers, this part of our yakkin' was sobering.
A limerick by Stu:
“Beware” it was said in this play.
Caesar chose to ignore,
Ended up on the floor.
And his best, so called, friends got their way.
Ides of March.
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