• Of all the nerve!

    My wife wants me to spend New Years Day at Bush Gardens. Yes, that’s right… she wants me to spend quality time with my family while the Gators play in a bowl game… the last college football game featuring the Gators for another nine months. Apparently she’s holding me to something I said two days ago. Allegedly I told her that I didn’t mind going to Bush Gardens. But here’s the catch, it turns out she asked me while I was watching another football game. I think it was an evil plot to take advantage of me in a vulnerable situation. In the midst of my suffering while the Bucs mailed it in against Tennessee, she pops the question. She knows darn well I don’t listen to her during football season!

    Help me Obi-wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope!

  • Forwards and backwards.

    ‘Tis the season to reflect on the past and predict the future. I’ve been reflecting all year so I figure there’s no sense rehashing it all now. As for predictions, roll your own dice. You’ll probably get a better answer. Awfully gruff coming from such a mild mannered, middle class, middling influence, man of our time; isn’t it? Where’s the optimistic yearning for new challenges and opportunities? What happened to all of that unbridled sentimentality? I know they’re here somewhere. They’re probably sitting right next to my car keys, wherever the hell THEY are.

    Could all of this sour spirit be because the legend in his own mind didn’t get a “superior proficiency” raise? Does he think he is better than everyone else? Do we sense a little too much feeling of entitlement here?

    O.K., I’ll fess up. I am talking trash about myself again. Maybe I’m being a little too hard on myself, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. Fragile egos need all of the primping they can get, and rejection certainly does not help. The pity party will be at my place and everyone is invited.

  • Welcome to the end.

    You have reached the end of the year. Please proceed carefully.