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SOME DAYS ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS; THEN YOU GET THIS:

This is Officer Lee Groinman, that’s right, Washington’s most Thankful Cop.

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 betcha’.

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 town…

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 wonderment…

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 www.wamal.com  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 anyway…

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 find…

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 the afternoon…

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? Thursday afternoon!

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 hungry.”

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 reads;

“DON”T FEED THE BUBBA”

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 right.

“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 room.”

“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…

Holy crapes…

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 towed…

Mercy!  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;

Heeerreee’s April and The Double D’s!

Hit control click.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wFhSbJWWZM

Oh YEAH! Oh yeah! Now wasn’t that fun?

GIVE IT on UP for APRIL Folks!

If this 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…

“Say Woodward! The tips go in the TIP JAR! I said the tip jar...”

April 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!”

Yup, 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 those snacks…

Always a good idea to come prepared, better prepared than lucky, just ask Woody…

Speakin’ of Woodward, that North/South division still just grinds my peppers

So what’s up with Cal? Those fella’s are more psycho than our fella’s!

I just 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…

 So here you have it. Dawgs win in Double D’s sitting up for a monster Apple Cup.

Wouldn’t have it any other way…

Oh yeah!

GRUMBLINGS: There ain’t no grumblings in THANSGIVING! You’d have to be some kind of jackwagon!

DO YOU HEAR ME!

Happy Thanksgiving! You Dawgs!

But WAIT!  There’s more! Our featured DAWG! Here’s one happy guy ready to share your leftovers…KONA!

HEY! It’s a DOUBLE FEATURE! Same price as always…

   Kona

Nila

Kona, a young fella made for fun! Kona and pals can be seen at www.wamal.com  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…

 

Lee Groinman can be reached at malamute@4malamute.com

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