Wango Tango
 Google is no longer providing advertisements to the SOB website. Their decision is explained below: As stated in our program policies, AdSense publishers are not permitted to place Google ads on pages with adult or mature content. As a result, we have disabled ad serving to the site. WTF? SOBs don’t click on their links […]
Breakfast In America
My coffee cartel was exposed this morning. You see, I’ve been using the hotel down the street as my own personal Starbucks for years. A few times a week I would enter the property through a guest entrance, take the elevator to the lobby, and grab a complimentary cup of coffee and a USA Today. […]
4th Of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
 The day was July 3, 1990, and I had an opportunity to alter my destiny. Five weeks earlier, I had won a preliminary stand-up comedy contest and the final competition was being held the night before Independence Day. I had never done any stand-up before, but some friends convinced me to give it a […]
The End Of The Innocence
Daddy-O putting together a 9-team parlay Today’s picture is Mr. O.’s dad wearing his SOB T-shirt into a sports book in Las Vegas. Sweet. I haven’t made a post this week because I’ve been in jury duty. I was supposed to appear last January, but had a prior commitment. And by commitment, I mean I don’t like cold weather. […]
Rebel Yell
I almost got my ass kicked at the pool on Sunday by that guy. You’ve all seen this guy before. The guy that goes out on the weekend looking for a fight. This Billy Idol looking mo-fo brought a boom box to the pool and proceeded to turn on the Cardinals game loud enough to drown out […]
Won’t Get Fooled Again
 ET phone home… One of the worst things I ever did happened during the summer after my high school graduation. I think I was supposed to be mowing the lawn or something, but floating around the pool drinking dad’s beer seemed like a better idea. I had the place to myself until I heard two […]
New York, New York
Start spreading the news… No, I’m not in New York for the Belmont Stakes. I will, however, be watching Big Brown’s attempt at the Triple Crown from the friendly confines of the Melrose Place pool. My first trip to the track was in 1984 when a friend and I were in L.A. for the Olympics. We had […]