Sunday, December 21, 2008
A generic “G’ Day.”
It’s cold out there; the sun is shinning out there; I’m listening to the heater fan turning in here – and hoping the cost of natural gas goes the same way as a barrel of oil. Fat chance, I’m sure.
Poker stinks. Made three crying calls yesterday and got whipped bad enough to justify the tears. I hate to play on saturdays.
Watched the Dallas game last night. The game itself was a good one. There was something about the game of note: They both did not lose. I have these unreasonable dislikes at times.
I’m a ‘Skins fan. These things come naturally. Still, Flacco came up with a good line – “I’m the last Quarterback to win in this place.”
And this morning The Fat Guy vented on an NFL Channels announcer. Right on, TFG. Prime Time was on the Disney Channel, or at least thought he was.
Now, if we can only get that team out of Baltimore. Maybe they’ll sneak away. And I’ll not care if it is midnight when it happens. As long as they not return, evermore.
From the reaches,