Merlin's Blog

I apologize for Sanjay's grammar. That type of spelling and grammar will not be tolerated at this blog. This will be a professional affair.

I've been waiting for Cubs tix for the past 5 1/2 hours - have only gotten through once, 2 good seats for the 7/2 game vs. the White Sox. Quality time with Dad as Prior no-hits the White Sox. Looking for some seats 7/1 (Astros) and 7/4(W. sox) as well, then up to Milwaukee for a few games.

So Cubs tix go on sale in about 11 hours. I have to figure out which long weekend I'll fly home to go to some games, because unlike last year I think I'll only be able to attend a few outside Chicago (namely, Sunday in September against the Mets and Sunday 7/25 at Philadelphia - already sold out). It's possible I may go to Pittsburgh for a few games, but that could be pricey. As it is I'm planning on not going to do a rotation in Argentina during October, because the Cubs may win the World Series that month.

As far as Darrell and Fruma Bayla, maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Perhaps Mubin can be set up with her - he should call Dr. Gerald to arrange things (or perhaps with her sister, Esta Hinda).

And Mubin apparently thinks this is his blog. That's not the title, big boy. The Mubinator can certainly contribute, and this will certainly be a forum for his fantastic stories, but the editor will be me. Sanjay may throw in a few things that would have gone on hyperjuice.com (rip).

Mubin, I feel your pain. Back in the Spring of 1999, my father also tried to play his hand in the love life of Darrell (pre-Jaffe). He told me that a friend of his from Monsey, NY had a daughter my age. He and the friend had discussed the possibility of the 2 of us going on a date. At first, I thought for sure no. First of all, she was from Moncey, second, it was a blind date, and third, my dad was setting it up. But I had nothing going on at the time, and decided to ignore the stereotypes, and put some faith in my dad. So I agreed, and my father gave me her digits. I called the next week. "Hello, is Fruma Baylah there?" Her mother asks who I am and I respond that my father and her father are friends, and that it was suggested that I give Fruma a call. I was told to hold on, and then Fruma gets on the phone. "Who are you?" she asks. I explain why I'm calling. Appologetically, she informs me that she has no idea who I am. I thank her for her time and we hang up. Apparently, her father never told her I was going to call. I told my father what happened. He appologized. I said, "No prob, however, you've lost shiduch priveleges forever."

Welcome to my Blog. Based on the way things have been going, this is the first installment of what will probably be many stories to tell. Lets get the facts out in the beginning. It is almost an absolute certainty that I have a special Kevorka that attracts weirdos. It not something I work at but rather something that I was born with. Last night the Kevorka was working in high gear. My father, being the concerned parent decided to insert himself into my dating life. Always a pleasant experience. A friend of his mentioned he knew a fantastic young women living in New York City that, Benjamin, had to meet. My father gave me the name and phone number about two weeks ago. Being the experienced dater that I am, I asked my father if the young women knew I was going to call. He replied no, but do you have anything else going on. Which I replied no, however, I had no plans on calling someone who has no idea I would be calling. Two weeks past, I have not called. My father’s friend reaches out to him and asked if I called. I tell my father make sure she knows I am calling and I will call. No problem he says. Needless to say since my social life is so hectic I called last night. She had no idea who I was or why I was calling. We speak for a few minutes and low and behold she asks me what shul I attend on the east side. Since I am an equal opportunity shul goer, I mention I have been to many of them. She responds that even though she lives on the west side she sometimes attends Park East Synagogue. Pray tell why since it is such a long walk? Well my fiancé is the assistant Rabbi at Park East. Well all righty then. As we know I am Klassy with a K. Way to go DAD.

I will see you next week, same bat time same bat channel. Go Cubs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!