The Dumb Are Mostly Intrigued By The Drum

I catch flak from people for being a lifelong Canseco fan. It's true. Ever since I was a child, I remember seeing this latino dude hitting baseballs out of stadiums and breaking ground by creating a whole new category in America's favorite past time and that inspired me greatly. Dude was badass. Then he began to suck. He tried pitching, the whole baseball off his head thing and then he stopped playing baseball. Then came the entire steroids thing. Never held none of that against him. No matter what happened, he has been and will always be, that guy who was blasting baseballs and along the way inspired me as a child. So when I heard that he was going to be in town last Friday, I told myself I would meet him. We drove to the casino, asked a lady if he was still inside and she confirmed it. Then I bitched out. So we drove over to Full Circle Brewery in search of a little liquid courage. The $10 cover charge killed that plan and directed us over to El Torito. After a few, we headed back to tackle Canseco. And I did. Well, not for real but I did take that pic up there and walked up to him, asked to shake his hand and he agreed. I said thanks, walked away with a smile on my face and this thought running through my head: For being Mr. Steroids, he sure has a pussy-ass handshake. But the kid inside of me was back on the Little League field in Firebaugh doing cartwheels with my Jose Canseco glove.