Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo decided to spare you his usual Columbus Day rant about the absurdity of virtue-signalling to which this day has become increasingly subject in recent years.
I will also say up front that I most emphatically did not watch the debate last night. Nope, nope, and nope. Instead, I got about half way through “The Longest Day” before dozing off. (I think I may have a cold coming on.) And as a general matter of policy, I’m not going to say a single word here about the elections until after they’re done. (Well, okay, just one: Yeesh!)
Instead, I’ll just toss out a couple comments on things near and dear to me at the moment.
First, I may have mentioned it here before a week or two ago, but I sat down this morning to try and puzzle out what to do about winterizing the two boxwood urns out on the Port Swiller patio. (This is a picture of the one. And the other is like unto it.) It would seem that my idea of wrapping them in some kind of insulation has some merit to it. So my plan is, in the next couple weeks, to drag them into a corner out of the wind and surround them with a double layer of bubblewrap and burlap.
Second, how about ol’ Robbo’s beloved Nats? Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ve got ourselves a series now! The Family Robbo will be glued to Game 3 later on this afternoon, praying that Gio can keep it together and that Jayson Werth is right about the monkey.
What else is there to say except:
UPDATE: FWAAAAAH!! A hellevah good game! Two shots to go to make it to the NLS. What possibly else is there to say but: