This morning at the gym I was listening to the latest addition of Gleeman and the Geek (fantastic local podcast http://www.kfan.com/cc-common/podcast/single_page.html?podcast=KFAN_Twins&selected_podcast). Now I may have missed the particulars, but they mentioned something about a Mase song called “24 hours”. Being that I only know Mase from his collaboration with the Notorious B.IG. “Mo Money, Mo Problems”, I had never heard of the song. In fact I have no plans on ever hearing the song. My understanding is that the lyrics are based on what Mase would do if he had twenty-four hours to live. I will admit that while it is an interesting concept, its been written about before. But this is my blog and I haven’t written about it before, so here is my 24 hours…
7:00 AM: Yes, this is sleeping in for me. I wake up, without alarm to a hot cup of Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee, black.
7:15 AM: Second cup of coffee, this time with a wee bit o’ Jameson mixed in (hey, I have 24 hours to live, please excuse the day drinking).
7:30 AM: Shower up (gotta be fresh on the last day).
8:30 AM: Off to breakfast at The Strip Club (East St. Paul eatery with amazing scratch food and cocktail menu www.domeats.com) French toast with an Irish Whiskey Spiced Caramel Sauce and an obscenely large plate of bacon with a Founder’s Breakfast Stout to wash down this “Final Breakfast”)
12:00 PM: It just so happens that the Minnesota Wild are playing a matinée game. Many of you would have yourselves in one of the big suites, I’ve got myself situated in the press box. They’re all there, the who’s who of NHL media (you all know who you are). Adult beverages are supplied (Surly Darkness on tap with Pappy Van Winkle 20 yr as needed). The Wild win big, 7-0 (against Edmonton of course). Good times had by all.
3:00 PM: Head across the street to Cossetta’s for some lasagna and a Summit. Take my place up on their new patio and just take a moment to enjoy the weather. Did I mention that it’s actually not raining, in fact it’s almost unnaturally nice, its San Diego nice.
4:00 PM: I go home. I know home seems like a strange place when you only have twenty-four hours to live. People always claim they are going to go sky diving, run with the bulls or go streaking at a Packers game (what? people say that!) I would go home, head out to the deck with my wife and dog (Duke, he’s half yellow lab, half husky). It would be really, pretty close to perfect. Laying in the hammock, occasionally taking sips of Russian River – Pliny The Elder (also on tap). The cloud go by and it’s just peaceful.
6:00 PM: Game time! The wife and I head out to Target Field to catch a Twins game. Surly beer is enjoyed by all (hey no lines!). The weather is of course still idyllic and the Twins win in dramatic fashion (Mauer walk off grand slam in the bottom of the 9th, of course now you know this is fantasy).
10:00 PM (What?! Four hours is relatively short for a baseball game): Head back home. It’s a remains clear now that the sun has gone down. There are no mosquitos to be seen (or heard, or felt). We head back out to the deck catch a firework show and just exist in the moment, no cares, no worries. I take a the occasional sip of Macallan 55 yr that I just happen to have acquired. Perfection continued.
1:00 AM: A combination of sleepiness and intoxication weighs on me. I think its time for me to get some rest. I call my Mom, tell her I love her. I call my Dad and do the same. I call my sisters and tell them to take care and behave (they’re all younger than I am). I’ve had quite the run and not just today. I’m quite a lucky guy and even if none of that ever happens it was quite the ride.