Ever try to read a book and see that long prologue to start? I end up not reading either. And, like I said, I know I can’t write a book. See previous post. OK, so my buddy Dana. He’s a real go-getter, an idea guy, always saying I should do this and I should do that.

My buddy Dana is from the Midwest, Milwaukee to be specific, and a huge sports fan, loves his teams in The Mil, knows a lot about sports and we’re about the same age. We came up during the 70s and 80s. Please don’t ask me to describe the decade, I’ve got no clue. All I know is I was playing Strat-O-Matic-Baseball, watching Phillies and Yankees games on TV — as much as we could see them back then — playing wiffle ball, playing two-on-two in the Heck’s front court, balls and strikes, etc., that’s all — sports.

Dana was living a similar life in Wisconsin, though under much different circumstance when it comes to means and accessibility. Nevertheless the Bay brought us together about 20 years ago, and we often remember stuff from the 70s, though not always precisely. And that’s my bond with Dana, who is encouraging me to tell a few stories, share a few thoughts and what the hell? Now, I’m going to get back to Suns-Clippers Game 6. Dana will appear periodically …