THE OBSTRUCTED VIEW

Ok, it took me longer than I promised to get back, but here I am.

Most of my shows are done for the season, except The Shield, which is the best show on TV, so I have plenty of free time to empty the thoughts that run around my demented brain onto my keyboard.

Here goes:

-- I was walking out of work tonight and someone wished me a "Happy Memorial Day." I said thanks and wished the same to them, but the more I thought about it, Memorial Day shouldn't be happy at all. Rather, we should take the day off to reflect on those who gave their lives for our freedom. It's sort of like seeing someone on Sept. 10 and saying, "Hey, have a great 9/11."

That being said, I plan on spending Monday getting totally bombed and then watching the Ducks and Sens battle it out in Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals. If I see cat in uniform, I'll thank him. Still, I wonder, what an old-time veteran must think when he sees people having Memorial Day parties or stores having Memorial Day sales. He must get really pissed.

-- Something was proven this week on TV. You know the old bullshit where some guys say they would rather have an intelligent dame over a dumb one, well like me ask you this question, if you have to spend the weekend with either Elisabeth Hasselbach or Rosie O'Donnell, who would you pick? I rest my case. I mean, I've seen men who are more attractive than Rosie

-- Speaking of hot chicks (no, not Rosie), there is a huge billboard for the Fantastic Four on a building near work, and it features about a 15-story image of Jessica Alba. As someone who else saw the ad say, "the movie should be called the Fantastic Two." God blymie.

-- I have to admit I have never been a huge Led Zeppelin guy, until know. About 3 weeks ago I was in the SP public library and saw LZ 2 sitting in the bin. I decided to take it home and let me tell you, I am now a full-fledged Zeppelin fan. And it's not just me, as young Kurt Pendleton has to be the only 4-year-old in his preschool to know all the words to the Immigrant Song (no lie, he does).

-- I'm already pumped for the Brian Leetch jersey retirement ceremony at the Garden. Cat had a great quote about what he thinks his legacy should be. His quote, "As long as they remember I was Ranger, that's good enough for me." Class act.

-- Is their a dumber human being on the planet (besides Hasselbach), than Jason Giambi. Not only does he open his mouth about doing steroids, but on the day he has to go to MLB's offices to explain his words amid a report that he failed a test for amphetamines, he shows up drinking a Red Bull. I would never wish any ill health on anyone, but it's gonna be real interesting in about 8-9 years when all these athletes who have abused steroids start dropping dead one-by-one.

-- Finally, the beer count is nearing triple digits already, and with localschill's nuptuals next weekend, it could hit 4 digits by the All-Star break. Speaking of the all-Star break, how great is it going to be when Roger Clemens shits the bed every fifth day? As if there is not enough reasons to hate the Yankees.

Thanks for your patience, I promise I'll be back soon, maybe after a wonderful and joyous Memorial Day weekend.