I Love Italian

After getting home yesterday from work, wife and I walked a few miles. When walking the last leg down to our house we were descended upon by the neighborhood brat pack of young girls who’ve taken a liking to us, through our granddaughter, who plays with them whenever she visits.

Lately they’ve been coming over almost every evening, usually while we’re eating dinner, and hang out in our backyard or drape themselves on my truck bed cover, speaking that mysterious, borderline hysterical girl language.

One of the girls has a mouth on her.

“Where did you go to college?”
“U of K.”
“Ewww! That school is sooo lame! U of L is way cooler than U of K.”

Speaking of U of L, Rick Pitino is the basketball coach and is on public opinion trial for having an after hours drunken orgy at a local restaurant called Porcini’s, with a woman who tried to extort money from him to keep it hush-hush. Now she’s claiming Pitino raped her…uh huh, yeah, right.

Pitino held the obligatory public apology press conference and although his contract contains a public morality clause he’ll never be fired and he’ll never resign. He disgraced himself, his wife, his family, and U of L, but hey, he wins basketball games and that’s all that matters.

There’s a new entrée at Porcini’s…. aged red snapper stuffed with Italian sausage.