• 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.

  • zees

    When I get some unexpected time off I usually spend it sleeping. When Cheryl gets some unexpected time off she usually spends it doing housework. Not only does this explain why she makes more money than I do, it also perfectly illustrates the gulf between our personality types… and why I sometimes go a week without posting.

    It’s because I’m asleep again.

    The reason I have time to post this not-so-sweet nothing is because Cheryl had a little extra time in the abode this afternoon.

    “Cheryl, what’s wrong?”

    “Oh, I’ve just been really tired.”

    “Didn’t you get home early today?”

    “Yeah.”

    “So what did you do when you got home… didn’t you rest up?”

    “No, I wanted to mop the floors, get some laundry going, tidy up a bit…”

    “Cheryl, you’re not nesting are you?”

    “What? No…? OH, NO… NOT THAT!”

    “So you were tired. You got home early. The kids weren’t here. You gave up the perfect opportunity to reconnect with your long lost Spanish ancestry with a little siesta time… for housework?”

    “Well I really wanted to mop.”

    Does anyone really want to mop? Surely I’m not that different from the rest of humanity?