Sometimes you win, sometimes you loose, and sometimes you do both at the same time. Take yesterday afternoon… the Patriots absolutely destroyed the Bucs. As a fan of both formerly hapless franchises, this was a terrible game to watch… and a great game to watch.

More and more, I find that this sort of thing is the rule in my life. Have a healthy child… and worry about him conking himself senseless on the tile. Watch him conk himself half senseless on the tile, and see him bounce back with a great big grin… as if nothing had happened.

I wonder if there’s any research on correlations between watching sports and life expectancy?