Not a great deal going on; except, perhaps, there are some funny folks in this world.
In a town near me, in another town, a seventy-nine year old woman was robbed at gun point.
And I found myself watching GB throw away a game. Actually, I found myself watching SEA finally wake up and realize they were about to throw away a game and come alive. SEA looked about as dead, going in, as the Broncos looked playing them in the Super Bowl.
Still I won the pick. And find myself wondering why I was so adamant that the Colts would give New England the type of game GB gave SEA.
Well. Maybe not. I usually fret about the wrong things. It’s one of the characteristics of my life. If I fret about it, it isn’t the problem. It’s the things I’m certain of that get me into trouble.
Unless I know for certain they’re wrong – usually through experience.
I’m just a little bit amused by the leaking of air from footballs. The game ball isn’t gauged by the poundage of the air in the ball, but by the balls weight when inflated. They’re suppose to be just under two pounds, I believe.
So, even with the under inflated ball, and with the rain, the Pats could say; “Hey. The ball weights the correct amount. What’s this B.S.?”
Can the NFL really have a double standard for official game balls? Or, have the Pats really found another wrinkle to the rules they can manipulate.
From the reaches,