i kinda dig...

Somebody left a comment asking me to do this as a counterpoint to my "sick" post...since someone took the time to comment, I guess I should follow through...though it violates all my basic tendencies, here it goes...

I kinda dig reading the NY Post to the abject disgust of NY Times lovers...
I kinda dig watching my man Big Papi hit one out to win a game an jumping on home plate like a five year old ...
I kinda dig watching the ponies walk out onto the track at Saratoga...
I kinda dig listening to some Starlight Mints while sipping an Izze and vodka....
I kinda dig catchin a big old bass on a floating Rapala....
I kinda dig people-watching in mid-town Manhattan....
I kinda dig watchin old Mickey Rourke movies...you know, before the cheek implants...
I kinda dig a news day with no rockets being fired in the Middle East...
I kinda dig Deadwood....
and most of all I kinda dig writing my "i'm sick of it" list....
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