I hope this letter finds you well. I hope that Dolly successfully calved by now. Please give all my love to Bathsheba, Caleb, Horace, Moses, Ruth, Levi, Ambrose, Solomon, Rowland, Little Anna, Hester, Esther, Fester and Mary.
Excuse me for saying so but my beard becomes dewy when recalling that
I love rail yards. Always have. I grew up near one and as a kid and I was fascinated by all the trains coming and going north, west, east and south-bringing, well, pretty much anything where it was needed. When my work offered me an opportunity to head to Omaha
Naw, I don't think so-it's already been done by Shakey The Sphere and that was some time ago. Let's compare each of these games (many of which are...hold onto your barnacles...completely irrelevant!) to say, an offering at a buffet-style restaurant or a meal/snack I enjoyed as a child.
What's that? Did
The thing that they never talk about when they talk about the homeless from what I can remember, is the boredom. When you're not begging in one spot you're looking for another and time slows to a crawl. If you get lucky and somebody throws a ten bill at you,
I've been in this doctoring game for some time but I'd never seen a patient like this one. She explained that she'd been through three other physicians before me and that I had been highly recommended by someone in her Bible study group. Her name was Tiffany R. and she
Week 15 Fallout:
These are the teams that were officially sent to a farm upstate. They are the Bills, Jets, Broncos, Bengals, Giants, Packers, Lions, Bucs and Falcons. No need to worry about them though, at this particular farm the refs have a very firm grasp on the 'catch' rule and
I could feel some heat at the soup kitchen and it wasn't coming off the steam tables. Yeah, I was the last one to see Gus or John or Mack (whatever the guy's name was) alive. The police that interviewed me bought the story of me saying "bye" and taking
Catch a tiger by the toe. Or a Giant. Or maybe a Packer. You know, one of those teams that have chances of making the playoffs in around the 2-5% mark. Watch them holler at the end of the day when they're officially eliminated from the holy grail that is
Having my brief sanity break last Sunday and Monday, I found an opportunity (in response to a GREAT Christopher Liss column - if not a paid subscriber to Rotowire, you really should consider signing up before your next draft/auction) to examine, then articulate my answer to the age-old query: Why Do
Good hangover and fat shame morning, Commentist Party members! The footy gods are kind today, at least.
/also LMFAO at Colt McCoy
Texas at Kansas (Noon, FS1)
All the Steerfuckers have to do is beat Waiting-on-Les-Miles to make the conference title match. Can they possibly fuck this up?
Houston at Memphis (Noon, ABC)
To borrow from that Lightfoot song that everyone knows, in northern Ontario the winds of November come early. I use that to my advantage. Earlier in the spring I noticed a guy talking to himself by the corner store. I was waiting while my wife was playing her 'special numbers'.
Hey gang. I don't see anything in this slate of games that makes the hair on my saggy balls stand on end. But all of us have been down this road before. It's not the 'meh-level' that matters-it's the *experience* that matters. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN! And anything usually does. So let's