• You can never win for the first time again.

    The once mighty Patriots are mighty once again. My original home team has won the Super Bowl, keeping my streak alive at three. My two favorite professional football teams have won the last three Super Bowls. While I was growing up the Patriots had two chances but didn’t come particularly close, and the Bucs… well, they just weren’t close period. Now they do the unthinkable, the unfathomable… they go and win the last three? Preposterous! Unbelievable! Absolutely true!

    Now if the Bucs can turn it around next year, look out! After all, the Patriots didn’t make the playoffs last year after having won the Super Bowl after the ’01 season. Before that, the Rams (the Patriots opponent in their first Super Bowl victory) didn’t make the playoffs after the ’00 season – having won the Super Bowl after the ’99 season. It’s time for history to repeat itself yet again, at least I hope so.

  • The sky is falling.

    Just as the Patriots were kicking off to the Panthers, Cheryl calls me into the kitchen with the following announcement: “John, the ceiling is wet.” There are several reasons why a ceiling in your home might be wet and none of them are harbingers of good tidings. MAYDAY MAYDAY! WE ARE GOING DOWN! I REPEAT, WE ARE GOING DOWN!

  • Beyond reproach?

    This morning I have been a husband possessed. I’ve been running around doing housework like someone with another X chromosome. (OOH is that going to fetch me a slap!) So for the first time in the brief history of the Kauffman household, version 2.2 (I don’t ever get tired of that one), I beat my bride to the drier alarm. Before Cheryl could even sigh, I was in the laundry room shoveling more clothes into the dryer.

    “John, why are you putting those wet sheets in the dryer? You knew I wanted to fluff my shirt for tonight!”

    Oh the agony of defeat.