My lil office is icky. I walk in and see my office mate wearing a dust mask, I chide him "ya know the a/c's have filters". He says, "ya, just wait". I sit down, wake up the computer, and within a minute I can feel the icky particles in the back of my throat. "let me go to the scene shop and get you a mask too" "thank you!"
Yeah, I've felt
grit
in my mouth on three or four occasions this morning. It's a little odd.
If you ever want to feel good about a team, just listen to the Pats (especially Bellicheck) talk them up during the week before they play the Pats.
Bellicheck is ALWAYS doing that. He does not brook arrogance in his players! Did you see when he made them wear T-shirts saying "Humble Pie" all week? This may have been before the Cowboys game.
I am also really looking forward to the Indianapolis game.
Dude - did anyone watch the Niners get mauled by the Giants? I'm not really a Niners fan, but I started feeling bad for Dilfer. His front line just couldn't protect him - 6 sacks! Ouch.
Did you see when he made them wear T-shirts saying "Humble Pie" all week?
It was Adalius (sp?) Thomas who had them made up. The players' shirts say "I Eat It" on the back, and Bellicheck's says "I Serve It." Hilarious!
I'm going to miss most of next week's game against Washington (who are improved this year, but I don't know if it's that much), but I'm keeping Sunday the 4th completely clear after 3 pm for the Indy game.
ooh, thanks for the clarification. I just know I laffed and laffed.
"I Serve It!" Goddamn right he does.
I swear, we may be approaching the sportspocalypse. The Sox are in the World Series, the Pats are on a 7-0 tear the likes of which I've never seen in all my years of football watching, it looks like the Celtics may be good again this year (if not more than good), and even the Bruins have won their first few games this season. Isn't this unpossible?
If the Sox were playing the Cubs in the WS, I think we'd all be doooooomed.
The Cubs never getting back into the WS is the one thing that will always prevent the sportspocalypse.
Suddenly picturing that "Countdown" broadcast.
"Good night and good luck, and may God have mercy on us all."
I wonder if he'd still throw the paper at the camera in times of sportspocalypse.
But if he didn't, maybe the terrorists would've already won.
I'm in NYC and have to run to a meeting in a few minutes. Either the residual effects of all the smoke in LA is messing my sinuses up, or I've come down with a cold. Either way, this is miserable.
I made chicken soup. Now Matt can have kisses and chicken soup with his drugs so he can be all better. Now, I have work to do for my training tomorrow. not sure if I will finish it today...