Hey Jesse . . . na. . . na. . . now Jerome . . . . yaesssssssss

This has to be one of the most surreal moments I’ve seen in a while. George Steinbrenner intro’s, Morris Day and the mutha f’in Time on stage . . . . all that’s missing is Billy Martin rising from the dead and doing the Oak Tree . . . .

Maybe a certain Manitoba jurist needs to get down wit’ dis . . .

One day I’ll tell you about the summer in grad school when I was a white Jerome . . . .

At least it’s more tangible than a 700 Club promise of salvation and prayer priority . . .

Of course no one bid on Saturday – it’s the Sabbath.

Considering the various Baptist quilt raffles, Presbyterian rummage sales, Catholic functions and Pentecostal gospel sings I’ve seen, this offer had me at ‘free parking.’

 Although a Baptist picnic is hard to beat for the fried chicken and banana pudding . . . . 

Synagogue seats go for $1.8M at auction

By MATT SEDENSKY, Associated Press Writer

Sat Sep 8, 4:00 PM ET

MIAMI BEACH, Fla. – Just in time for the Jewish high holidays, two lifetime front-row seats to services at a synagogue here are being auctioned off on eBay. The bidding starts at $1.8 million.

Besides getting to schmooze up front with the rabbi, the lucky winner’s family name will be engraved on Seats 1 and 2 of Row 1, Section DD, at Temple Emanu-El. The winner also will receive free parking, two custom-made prayer shawls and yarmulkes, and a hefty tax write-off. Plus, the winning bidder can pass the seats down to his or her children.

“It’s a gift that goes from one generation to another,” said Rabbi Kliel Rose, who came up with the concept with a little bit of chutzpah and the help of two congregants who work in advertising and marketing.

Call the ball . . . .

Another tidbit I recovered last night was this little cartoon:

(Smithsonian Air and Space magazine, May 1995)

The guide-dog image was hilarious enough, but this all belies the legends and sea stories I grew up on about landing signal officers as a Navy brat.

‘Paddles’ comes from this:

and this:

The classic LSO of literature has and always will be Beer Barrel – go read The Bridges at Toko-ri and see the movie. It’s funny and a deeper truth all at once.

Screw the idea of Tom Cruise crooning ‘call the ball.’