No monster breakfast but 7 goals for brunch

I woke up before dawn today

It was my quiet time

Nobody around and no distractions

I waited for the sunrise on the balcony

She came with a fanfare

Lighting up the bay with long shadows

Moored boats formed an honor guard

Glistening in the morning sun

Casting infinitely long shadows 

I watched the early morning risers in the street below

Joggers running down the trail by the marina

Family pushing a stroller with their non-sleeping child

Waves of cyclists whizzing by towards Key Biscayne 

One group must have had one hundred riders

I waited and waited and waited while I drank hot green tea

The sun rose higher and the shadows got shorter

No big blue monster showed up today

It must have been his day off

Probably at home munching on garbage leftovers

That yellow jacketed man shovelling trash into his belly

I was disappointed not to see the blue monster

Even more disappointed that I did not get to feed him

It was one of those slow lazy mornings which slid towards brunch

Soon it was time to watch my football team Liverpool on TV

Real football that is AKA Soccer

We were playing our local rivals Manchester United

It was a frantic first half and we grabbed a late goal to lead 1-0

Both teams were evenly balanced in a fiercely competitive game

The second half was a totally different story

Liverpool came out on fire and scored straight away

Soon a third and fourth goal came our way

Then a fifth and sixth scored without any response from Manchester United

Scores this big are very rare in football, perhaps a few in a lifetime

We scored again just before the finish to make it 7-0

Congratulatory messages were flying into my phone

It felt good to be on top form after a very mediocre season

I pictured the big blue monster sitting in his depot

Watching the football game on a huge TV screen

Grunting and doing smokey donut burnouts in the parking lot

Shaking his horns at the monster Manchester United fans

YNWA!

RIP Sir Roger Hunt

Roger Hunt 1938-2021

Roger Hunt passed away this week

he was a legendary goalscorer for Liverpool FC

my boyhood hero back in the 60’s

I watched him score many goals

most of them before the era of TV coverage

if you wanted to see the game live back then

you had to stand in a crowd of 55,000 Liverpudlians

often in cold rainy weather or patchy fog

but the Merseyside climate never dampened our spirit

an electric atmosphere with singing and cheering

the crowd went wild every time Liverpool scored

I get goosebumps just thinking back

today I can watch every Liverpool game live on TV

in the comfort of my own home or a sports bar

usually more than 3,000 miles from Liverpool

I still go crazy every time we score

Roger Hunt was awarded the MBE but Liverpool fans called him Sir

thank you Sir Roger for all the memories