• State of my sanity

    I had this idea this afternoon: I would sit through the State of the Union speech with a pen and note pad, like I was in a lecture hall taking notes in school. Then I would listen to the Democrat response and see if it was really a response at all. Then I would pick both of them apart.

    Then I saw that there was a new episode of Rome AND Heroes on the DVR.

    I tuned into the speech sometime after 9:30, heard one reference to 9/11, and turned my attention off. Cheryl wanted to watch so I couldn’t turn the TV off.

  • A sample conversation with my daughter

    “Dad, what happens when the sun isn’t bright?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Is it brong?”

  • Football

    There are a lot of reasons why I wouldn’t be a Peyton Manning fan. He played for the University of Tennessee, Florida’s biggest rival in the SEC in the 1990s. He plays for the Indianapolis Colts, arguably the Patriots’ biggest rival in the AFC over the last ten years. He doesn’t have a Hollywood, rags to riches story. You could argue that he’s never been the underdog in his life.

    And yet, I have a hard time holding a grudge against the guy. He always seems to say the right things in public, and he’s far and away the funniest player/commercial pitchman in the NFL.

    Sure, you could say he’s a product of the guys that write for him… but there are dozens of guys in the NFL who undoubtedly have the benefit of the same writing… and still perpetuate the stereotype of the dumb football player.

    Then there’s Tony Dungy. In many ways it pains me to see how big a mistake the Bucs made these last five years or so. (Would you take five years of losing for a SuperBowl an a snarling coach who’s harder to like than Nick Saban? In hind sight, I’m not sure I would.)

    It looks like the good guys won. There’s something to be said for that.