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Finances? Don’t Ask.

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April 5th, 2011 Posted 8:52 am

We drop in on Mr. Singh. What a guy! That goat curry! He takes our most valuable possession – Bernie’s grandfather’s watch – and hands over some cash.

“What a lovely timepiece, Bernie!”

“Uh-huh,” says Bernie. He’s not in a good mood today, on account of Huskies beating the spread or Bulldogs not making the spread or some other puzzler.

Next we drop in on Dom Divine. Dom’s the bookie. He has these soft, fat hands. They fold themselves around the money.

Welcome Bec.

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Final Four Mystery

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April 4th, 2011 Posted 8:42 am

“Wonder what’s going on here?” Bernie says. “The Butler mascot, Blue Two the bulldog, is taking the tournament by storm but the UConn mascot, Jonathan the husky, isn’t even there.”

Bernie shows me pictures of both dudes. That gets me barking. I have to go outside on the patio. But from there I can easily hear Bernie on the phone. “Dom?” he says. We only know one Dom. That would be Dom Divine, the bookie. “What’s the point spread on the game? UConn by three and half? We’ll take Butler. How much? How about – “

And he names an amount. Whoa! I couldn’t have heard right.

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Chiller

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June 16th, 2010 Posted 9:09 am

Cold air was coming out of the freezer, felt good on my face, but Albie’s smell? Not good. Bernie put his hand on Albie’s neck. Bernie has beautiful hands – I must have mentioned that before, but it’s worth mentioning again. Suzie also has beautiful hands. Cedric Booker, the Valley DA has the biggest hands I’ve ever seen, and he’s a pretty good patter, although not in the class of Tulip or Autumn, these very nice young ladies who work for Livia Moon in her house of ill-repute, whatever that was. Cedric starred in basketball for Valley College, could have gone pro, Bernie says, except he couldn’t play with his back to the basket. But there are two baskets, right? So your back is always to one of them. But probably not worth thinking about, especially now, in ¬†front of Albie’s freezer, and with Albie in it.

“Don’t think he’s quite frozen,” Bernie said, “but we’ll need the M.E. to tell. Before I call him, though, I’d like to – “

He went silent. I’d heard it, too, of course, but Bernie? That was a surprise. It was a moan, a human moan, faint and distant.

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Fetch

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January 27th, 2010 Posted 8:05 am

Can’t beat fetch. We always play till Bernie says his arm is falling off, and then a little more. Here are my favorite balls, in order.

Lacrosse – bounces in a crazy way I like, and chewing on it – wow!

Tennis – especially fresh ones, right out of the can.

Baseball – lots going on inside these babies!

Golf – on the small side, but excellent for chewing.

Football – strange bounces, and you have to get hold of it at the end, but lots of fun.

Basketball – impossible till you bite through it. Then it softens up nicely to something manageable.

Are there any other balls I’m leaving out? Maybe, but we’re on a case, something about Colonel Bob’s son. First comes breakfast. Bernie says it’s the most important meal of the day, but the truth is they’re all very very important.

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