Football season is back, and that is good.
If only the Saints had remembered that they play four quarters of football, instead of just two.
Saints v Colts – Thursday
Our New Orleans Saints play the overrated, yet Super Bowl winners, Indianapolis Colts this Thursday at 8PM. Everyone is invited to our place to watch the game in surround sound on a small tv. Let the season begin!
Happy Anniversary
Happy anniversary of the Federal Flood, everyone.
Find something made by the federal government and dump a cup of water on it.
So Ed Norton is Going to Heaven?
I found this picture of the Rapture.
Fantasy Football season has begun
If you can make sense of this, you’re a loser. Like me. And Dave.
Dave and I have different philosophies about fantasy football drafting. Dave hates some guys. Won’t take them ever. I love them all. I mean look at me, I have Eli Manning on my team. But that’s because I am so full of love. Dave, all that hate is going to eat you up inside, just like it did to C. Thomas Howell.
Saints 300, Chiefs -2
I didn’t get to see the game, but judging from the score and the highlights, that looked like an ass-whupping last night.
What’s wrong with Deuce that he can’t score from the 5? I guess the entire Chiefs team is a lot heavier than the entire Eagles team. I still love you, Deuce.
Please, let’s start the regular season.
Happy Birthday Amber!
Hope you are back home safe and sound. We had a blast tubing!
M.V.
Courtesy of Cute Overload
Who’s Crazy Now?
I just got done playing basketball with my brother Chuck. We play about 5 times a week. Usually our games are friendly. Today was different.
We play a game called 21. For the uninitiated, you play to 21 points, with the caveat that – like the card game, you cannot go over 21. This is not really important. The important part is that Chuck made every shot he put up. He was up 20 to 0 like 5 minutes into the game. I responded by going insane.
I kept getting more and more frustrated and angry. I stopped talking to him. I kicked the ball. I threw it at him. After losing twice, I attempted to walk off the court during the third game because I felt that Chuck was no longer playing hard. He had to convince me to come back and finish the game – which I won.
What in god’s name is wrong with me?