A half a dozen guys were filling potholes with asphalt when suddenly the world collapsed from under their feet.
One minute they were shooting the shit about the Orioles chances to win the division this year… the next minute they’re submerged in dark cold water. Twisted pieces of metal and chunks of concrete crushing down all around.
Anticipating opening day since last fall and two days before the first pitch, they took their last breath.
That is how I pictured yesterday’s tragedy in Baltimore. I watched the video three dozen times, but all I could imagine is a Ravens stocking cap floating on top of the murky morning water.
Put on clean underwear, make your bed, sweep the kitchen floor and wipe your counter every morning before you leave. Not because it’s nice to come home to after a long day.
What if you don’t come home from a long day?
That thought is sometimes in the back of my mind.
Then I think…. Who is coming into my home if I’m lying at the morgue.
I know….. I know…… what is wrong with Jumbo?
But I’ve imagined this more times than not!
My mother in law? My ex wife? My cousins? My last remaining Auntie? My landlord? My Priest? My dearest friends? My fatherless children?
Who is going to find my vintage Playboy collection from the 1960’s?
At least my bed will be made, my kitchen floor swept and the counters wiped down.
Everyday could be the last. I’ve been counting down the Sox and Cubs home opener since Thanksgiving. If I stop breathing for some reason today, I’ll miss the starting line up tomorrow.
All of this has crossed my mind this morning because a Baltimore Colts fan is now catching passes in heaven from Johnny Unitas.
I know this has been a morbid Chalkboard this morning and I’ll be here to witness another horrible baseball season on the Southside.
BUTT.....
Things can’t wait until next week. Try to get it done yesterday.
Your candy bar is going to get more expensive this summer.
You better have two today!
