Well, that was fun, wasn’t it.
The overweight one did his thing and spread gifts in all directions. I received exactly what I personally asked for. That was a well regulated day, a chance to vex the dogs first Christmas (is there an answer to the age old question of why dogs go nuts over cooked pork and will go for that before beef?), and the final thing that went correctly was the Cardinals beating the Cowboys. That was nice. Any Football on Christmas is nice.
While I’m on the subject of Football, I watched the pre-game interview of Jerry. The broadcaster was all set to un-load on Jerry, the owner of the Cowboys, and ask some hard questions – it was in the interviewers very pre-question questions attitude. Then Jerry dropped the “I’m Chairman of the board for the NFL Network, you know.” on the poor balding dude. The fellow stuttered, backed and filled, while admitting he hadn’t known, and the entire interview changed.
An “I me” sort of attitude ran into the man that could fire him was a thing to watch. I was surprised that a supposedly sophisticated employee didn’t know his own organization any better than that, however. Especially since Jerry indicated something along those lines far earlier in the season.
I can appreciate what Jerry did, and even more so the way he did it. He simply put up a block to an obviously cocked and primed talking head wielding the weight of his organization. That type of attitude is one of the things that set my attitude against members of the press. I think of it as a Geraldo attitude/personality.
I found a picture for the talking head:
I have a feed on the RSS (Google) that is plugged into a weather guess-ers blog. It came alive last night and is forecasting bad stuff for the Sunday, Monday commutes back to the “Tri-State” area. Fun, fun. Good luck to those needing the trip into (out of) the New York City area.
Thanks to all those sending along good wishes for the season. I enjoyed the emails and comments. I hope all had and have the seasons best. Of course, as an after thought (not really) to all those that did not send along good wishes, the best to you also.
What else? Ah, yes. The gray calico kitty survived the other nights attacks. I regret to report, however, the bird at the feeders out back did not survive the gray calico kitty’s Christmas Day attack. It was (the bird) a ring neck dove. How the one ambushed the other is not known to me. I know only the results by seeing the kitty running from judgment (me) and trailing a few feathers when I went to investigate the noise in the back yard.
See how exciting the day was for me? Looking forward to the New Year. I will not, again this year, make a list of resolutions. I hate failing myself.
From the reaches,