good talk

I went to the 24 Hour Fitness at 5035 W. Tropicana, and I saw that old Black guy, who reiterated ...What a dump... best we can do at the moment, it seems.  Last nite, I saw UNLV play San Diego State in football, beautiful-evening, short-sleeves plenty good,  the Aztecs are mighty, they beat Az. State and Stanford, but was "only" a 10 point favorite over UNLV, and won 41 to 10, the Rebels played them even for a quarter before caving-in.  All these, ha, angry-looking guys heading for the exits, eh, it was pretty-disappointing.  I thought for sure, last year, that the Indians would be warding-off November's chill with a thick-layer of beargrease, not so, but this year, with that pitching-staff, it could well-happen.  Heh, I saw Terry Francona's Old Man, Tito, play for the Indians.  That thing with Cam Newton, where he had to apologize-effusively (?), none of the ones he throws to, that is, who run routes, are female, so that might have struck Cam's funny-bone, you can't even talk anymore