Today is one of those classic days I’ve spoken of where I don’t have a friggin’ clue what to write about. I’ve searched the web for almost two hours and can’t come up with something completely worthy. I don’t want to talk about the debate and I’ve beaten the economy to absolute death. The Phillies won the National League Pennant but I don’t think the majority here really cares. Hockey season is in full swing and Lucie, Darren, and I could have a nice little chat all to our selves.

I already did a blog a while back called “A Blog About Nothing”. The name being a take-off on the Seinfeld series concept. I’ve gone wild with cougars and beavers and I’m fried from talking about my wife’s goddamned birthday gifts. Last night dipped into the high 50’s here in Jersey so I lit the fire pit in my backyard, and smoked cigars with my buddy, Sal, underneath the starlit sky. It was awesome, but not enough to write an entire piece on…although, I did smoke one of the cigars I pulled off the roller’s table when I was at the General Factory in the DR. It was a humongous La Gloria Serie R maduro with a good six months aging on it. Friggin sweet.

OK…I’m out of stuff again. Did I ever mention that I played very high-level hockey? I was a goaltender, and when I was 20 years old, my team, the New Jersey Rockets were the 1978 Junior B United States National Champions. Several guys I played with and against went pro, but pre-1980 not too many Americans made it to the NHL. It wasn’t until after we won the gold that U.S. players gained acceptance.

My favorite color is a forest green, but my favorite actor is not Forrest Tucker, although I loved F-Troop…where Indian Fights are colorful sights and nobody takes a lickin – where pale face and redskin both turn chicken. Holy crap, you could NEVER get away with that today, and I’m sure in the new version the Hekowis would own a Casino and water park in Connecticut. (Good Lord, Wrangler Jane was hot.) I don’t think I have a favorite actor. Paul Newman was damned good, though. Remember when he swallowed all those hard boiled eggs then told the Hanson Brothers to go kick some ass? Hold on – I just might be mixing my movies. Clint Eastwood rocks. I really like Heartbreak Ridge. Seems the term clusterf@#k got popular after that one. Tom Hanks is good, accept for the Meg Ryan drivel. And believe it or not, a guy I’ve really come to like is Mark Wallberg – Boogie Nights, Rock Star, The Italian Job, Shooter – all nice acting and I’m looking forward to Max Payne.

Good God, this really is a Blog about diddly-squat. Did I ever tell you I dig older women? I wasn’t sure, I mean I can’t remember what I ate for dinner last night…but I do remember that La Gloria. Damn that was good. And I vaguely remember trying to dislodge a family of woodlands varmints. And by the looks of my children, I know I had sex at least twice.

Man, this has gone nowhere. You know, I could talk about cigars once in a while. It wouldn’t kill me. Hey, the new Cigar Magazine should be out in a week or so. I’ve got my story about my trips to the DR, Honduras, and Las Vegas. I think you’re going to dig this one for sure. I learned a ton and you’ll see that when you give it a read.

OK, I’ve wasted your time today and for that, I thank you. Oh yeah – favorite ice cream: Chocolate Marshmallow. I’m sure you give a rat’s dumper, but I only speak the truth. And my favorite all-time cougar: Raquel Welch, although Jeannie drove me nuts when I was a kid.

OK, I’m blowing this popcorn stand thingy. Hope you made it through the mindless ramblings in one piece.

Later All,

Tommy Z.

JR Cigar Blog With the Zman