Sitting Here in Limbo

Yesterday, we went furniture shopping.  Nothing much exciting about that.  Afterwards, we went out for dinner.  Nothing much exciting about that either, except that we went to this place down the road called (I believe) the Palm Beach Ale House and Oyster Bar. 
 
We get out of the car, and you can hear steel drums coming from the patio, and out in front in the parking lot, there's two guys grilling large racks of ribs. Inside, they've got Sierra Nevada Pale Ale on tap (I have great nervousness about being able to find good beer down here) and the Red Sox on the TV.  As rain beats down on the slanted horizontal blinds, they tie balloons to my son's chair, the bar's chanting "Let's Go, Red Sox", and the steel drum player is playing Jimmy Cliff's "Sitting Here In Limbo".  Not bad. 
 
Meanwhile, At Alonzo Mourning's "Zo' Summer Groove" basketball game, The Captain's favorite low-budget free agent Damon Jones was putting on quite a performance, hitting six three-pointers. He also had time to discuss Sitting in Limbo with the Sun-Sentinel:
 
"I'm enjoying the process," he lied.  The Heat is a great organization.  What has Shaq done for everybody he's played with?  He takes their game to another level."
 
Bring him to the Ale House, and sign him up.