SOME DAYS ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS; THEN YOU GET THIS:
This is Officer Lee Groinman, that’s right, Washington’s most
Yup, here it is the Thanksgiving Season and our Dawgs are still in the
hunt for a Bowl game. After the start this bunch had at BYU, it looked
like this was the best we could hope for, that team couldn’t beat the
byu cougars, let alone our own cougars…still in the hunt, thankful.
Always good to be thankful. Why, it’s a bit cold this morning and I’ve
got the pellet stove fired up with 60 bags of pellet fuel on hand, with
a pickup truck ready and willing to go get another ton. We got lathered
up with snow up here in the hills, now the full moon is shining thru the
window, a snow plow just crested our hill, my dogs, those Malamutes, Eli
and Bella asleep on the floor, Bella’s head on Eli’s shoulder, their
bellies full. Not that bad, all things considered…Thankful, yup, you
This is quite a morning, quiet and still, bright full moon, hours yet
before sun up. Thankful fer sure. I got the wood stove in my bunker
fired up too. Had to do a little fire wood first, ah there’s just nuthin
like the sound of a freshly fired up Huskyvarna chainsaw so early in the
morning,’ folks tell me they can hear the echo nearly all the way to
The wonder of life, the wonder of God’s creation. Just before I sat down
to write this, a shooting star flew across the horizon, the wonder of it
all, makes me wonder why I ever gave up the chewin’ tobacco, the
Kinda’ a moodful morning here at the Casa. Seems the CD player is playin’
the Allman Brothers Stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just
as bad. That soulful guitar of Dickey Betts, swear to God that boy
was born on another planet, maybe his momma knew a space alien…
Yeah this a happy-sad time here at the Groinmans, it was just about a
year ago that I had to bury my sweetie Malamute, Elsie, just under the
apricot tree. Sad day, but then I found Bella and adopted her at
Bella is now due her yearly evaluation, but yet I’m still
thankful for the folks at wamal for saving Bella for me. One dog loses
her life, another dog finds a new life. They never said stuff was fair…
Hey, this was a year when nobody I knew died, always a thankful year.
I’m also thankful for the victory we received over Ucla, thankful that
me and 62 thousand others bothered to show up for a Thursday night game,
a game that could have been a disaster of Biblical Proportions…Could you
imagine getting beat by a Nieheisel squad at home with a near empty
house, on senior night, on national TV?
So I think we’ve turned the corner on this cold stuff, why just this
morning I see we’ve already warmed up to zero…
Shiver me shingles…
Let’s not go anywhere with those shingles…
Seems the CD player has gone on to Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Swamp Music.
That oughta’ kick this thing up a notch…
Where were we? Thankful for Wildman Woody. Woody Woodward who had the
vision to pull that game off, hey maybe it was just simple greed, but
the dude pulled it off, better lucky than good as they say…
But Woody might have stepped in it too. I for one had to think outside
the box on that Ucla game, then again, that Ucla game just may keep me
writing those checks to the UW…
That Woody, he’s a sly bugger, maybe he is good? Crafty little sneak
You see, I just may alter my ‘game day’ experience for good. I just may
never darken the parking lots of UW again, may never be held hostage by
the parkin’ Nazis! May never ‘debate’ policy with members of the
elite Seattle police, never again…
Forced to think outside the box, I found myself parkin’ outside the
lots. Had to get there early, had no idea where or what I might
Parkin’ next to a Tavern, as fate would have it, the last spot
available, seemed to have my name on it…
As I said, I was there early, too early. Some would say you can never be
too early when a tavern and Husky football are involved. They may
have a point, better ask Woody…
The place is packed, everyone decked out in purple, it’s one o’clock. In
Everyone decked out in purple, for a Husky game? That’s right,
how could I forget, we were supposed to wear black.
You ever thought that Husky fans are a bit like herdin’ cats?
So there I am, all alone, like in all by myself in this purple clad
tavern at one o’clock in the afternoon, on a Thursday…
The beers and pizza are flowing. Have I died and gone to heaven?
I can’t get a table, I’m alone. I spy an empty barstool.
“Need a menu Bub?” The grizzled barkeep asks.
“Do you serve those things by the slice? They look like Mt. Rainier.”
“Nah, it’s the full meal deal Bub, take it or leave it.”
“Not sure I could kill one of those, I’m going solo today.”
“Looks like you just might be able to finish off one of our pizzas. You
been in training Bub?”
I had rations in my Jeep, came prepared for anything. Along with my bed
roll I had a Subway sandwich, foot long, a can of sardines, along with a
tin of King Oscar oysters just for emergency backup, plus the snacks…
Good thing too, kick-off was a mere four hours away…
“Need another beer Mister?” “Now wait, who is you?”
“My name is April, you new around here?” Me, new around here? “Nah, it’s
just been awhile April, I haven’t been here in at least 25 years.” She
looks at me as if I’m tryin’ to pull somethin’.
“Well the place has changed some, we’re now a strip club!” April smiles
and laughs, lifts her hands in the air, twirls her fingers, and shakes
her ‘stuff ‘inside that purple Husky shirt…
“Not bad April! Looks like I’ve really missed out over these last 25
years. Now pull me another one of those drafts over here...”
That April, you see, I’d seen her before, perhaps in the joint, maybe
the county lock-up. A bad “B” movie? Yup, seen her before, oh yeah, I’d
seen her before…
Now the entire bar is full. These dudes are bringin’ in more chairs,
askin’ all of use to scoot together. “Make room fella’s, there’s more
folks needin’ to get served! You too Bub.”
Visions of that sardine tin, was dancin’ thru my noggin’.
I got people to the left of me, people to the right of me, pizza’s to
the front, pizza’s over here, pizza over there, pizza everywhere.
“Hey Bub, we can’t finish this thing, you want the last slice?”” Oh
sure, thanks”. “Here have another.” The folks to my right, from
Vancouver, here Bub, we can’t finish this Hawaiian, have a slice.”
The folks at the end of the Bar; “Hey Bub, we’ve got these two pieces of
combo-supreme, we’re just stuffed, couldn’t eat another bite, you look
April walks by, “Hey Bub, you look thirsty, let me get you another
draft. The folks in the back table have these two pieces of black olive,
onion, mushroom and tomato, they can’t finish it, they thought you
should have it.”
My name seems to be ‘Bub’. I need to get a new purple shirt, one that
“DON”T FEED THE
Maybe just a little…
I’d put a twenty on the table and by this time I needed to drain a
kidney. My new ‘friend’ Kevin from Vancouver was still sittin’ to my
“Hey Kevin, I’ll be right back, need to pop a vein.”
“No problem Bub.”
After my trip to the boys room, I slide back to my barstool, my
barstool is gone… Just like the Chrissie Hynde and The Pretenders song…,
‘My City Is Gone…’
Along with my money, not sure I owed anything at this point…
“We thought you left without saying good-bye! You pig...”
“Thanks April. No I just needed a break in your spacious Men’s
“Your money? In the tip jar, gone for good! I’ll pour you another draft
Bub, and here’s a slice of pepperoni and jalapeño from table three…”
How much longer till kick-off?
“I think table 19 and 23 want to donate too.” Thanks, April…
So kick-off did actually happen. Just in time too. The game kinda’
drained on me. The Dawgs, ever so cautious of anything known as
momentum just could not drive a stake thru the Bruins. Couldn’t put
them away, kill the beast. Until late in the game when all Hell broke
loose, and we all went home happy. One down, two to go…
On my walk back to the Jeep, I got me a near surreal feelin’. Walkin’
back in the cool November air, all those buses lined up and running, the
smell of diesel fumes, scent of victory drifting thru the air.
Kids of all ages entering those buses, the buses to take them home, to
wherever home maybe. Disappearin’ into the night, without a
trace. Kinda’ reminded me of my grade school days…
Grade school? Did I say grad school? I saw this old man smilin’ and
pointin’ his gnarled up ol’ finger at me! Mr. Norby! My grade school
principal! I circled back to the bus, to the window where Norby was
sitting, he’s gone, sure he was gone, he died thirty years ago…
Must have been the pizza, the spices and the grinded peppers, you know…
The way Groinman here has got it figured, it wasn’t such a bad deal,
Thursday Night’s with Woody, not bad at all. Now if only my Jeep wasn’t
I turn the corner to where my Jeep was, there she is! Waitin’ to
take me on home! I thought I’d walk back in, and say good night to
April, I’d hate to be a ‘pig’. Seems the place goes comedy
after the pizza rush. That April, not bad, check her out, I mean really,
CHECK HER OUT! She’s not one to disappoint. Then come on
back and we’ll get down to some bidness;
Hit control click.
YEAH! Oh yeah! Now wasn’t that fun?
on UP for APRIL Folks!
don’t beat all! There’s Woody Woodward! He’s grabbing a few bucks from
his wallet. Not sure where’s he’s going with this, oh boy…
Woodward! The tips go in the TIP JAR! I said the
sees me back in my spot, “Hey Bub! You’re back! Hungry? Got some
leftovers in the kitchen, I’ll grind some peppers, just how you like!”
now it was time to go on home, time for sleep, I’ll be having visions of
grinded peppers, dancing thru my head. Lucky I
still had that foot long Subway, the sardines, the oysters, plus all
a good idea to come prepared, better prepared than lucky, just ask
of Woodward, that North/South division still just grinds
what’s up with Cal? Those fella’s are more psycho than our fella’s!
got more faith in Washington. Cal’s still Cal, a bunch of flakes, goof
balls hangin’ naked in trees. That guy walkin around nekked? Naked Man?
You’d think they was all heading for some kinda’ airport… Well, you
don’t call it ‘Berzerkley’ for nuthin’. Grind some peppers…
here you have it. Dawgs win in Double D’s sitting up for a
monster Apple Cup.
Wouldn’t have it any other way…
ain’t no grumblings in THANSGIVING! You’d have to be some kind of
Thanksgiving! You Dawgs!
There’s more! Our featured DAWG! Here’s one happy guy
ready to share your leftovers…KONA!
It’s a DOUBLE FEATURE!
price as always…
Kona, a young fella made for fun! Kona and pals can be seen at
Ready for adoption now! Could Christmas come early for Kona and Nila?
Please don’t forget our girl Nila, she needs a home fast. She’s a
sweetie girl, hell, I’d take her, but I got Bella, she’s just as purty
as Bella too! Two women Malamutes in the same house, not a great idea,
not sure how those good folks in Utah ever did it…