Where Were You

Watch me sweat and complain.

It's like an oven out in that damn room this time of year. It's supposed to be fall but...the late August and early September are stupid hot around here. Don't fret for me though...I love it. It feels so good under the fan right now...beer's so cold. It's the one thing, between Sunday and Friday, that isn't on my nerves right now.



Watch it or don't. Up to you...but, miss it and you'll miss one of the greatest games ever played.



Is it sick that my favorite game is a win that ruined the season of FSU and not one of the numerous SEC and National Championships they've won? :)

Next up...maybe we can get to the bottom of something that has always mystified me...how sports became separated from the higher pursuits like Art, Literature and Music, Dance.

Co'cola not Coke a Co-lahhhh

My Daddy's been up for the last week or so...always a pleasure. Last weekend him and Martha were out trimmin' the bushes (I was napping) when Daddy got tore up by some wasps. By that evening his hand was swolled up pretty bad. There was only one thing to be done for it...he'd have to go see my sister and milk some anti-venom from her fangs.

In exchange, she kept him there two nights...drastic circumstances call for drastic measures but, I'm not sure I would have been willing to pay that price.

He did come back with this clip though...



For those of you not in the U.S....try this Buford Calloway.

If you were humorless, there are some problems here...chief among them being the old Yankee adage that a man's not a man unless the snow falls on his back...but, we are not humorless here. This s*** is hilarious...and fairly accurate! We don't do snow and the best place for you to be in a dusting is at home...with the doors locked. We fear snow like a Lancastrian fears the Sun.

The Georgian shot at South Carolina was a nice touch.

One thing though...it's Co'cola...not coke a co-lahhhh. :)

Frankie and The Boy

The Boy wanted to know why the Scottish lady didn't want her daughter shooting a bow and arrow.

"The mother doesn't think girls can shoot bows and arrows...only boys should do that."

Honestly, I really don't know what the cartoon mother thinks...I haven't seen it. I'm just guessing.

"Well that's stupid girls can shoot bows and arrows...I saw it in the movie."

Here we're still inside the logic of the cartoon...for all we know, at this point, girls shouldn't be shooting bows and arrows. It's a damn cartoon. So...

"What you want is a girl that's pretty and likes princesses and purple and all that stuff you hate...but, she's tough too...and she can shoot a bow and arrow."

That seemed pretty good to me. I'm 35 years older than this kid. I've been married for 16 years...what do I know?  He filled in the details for me..

"What you need is a girl that will fight the po-leese for you. That's what you need."

I've never been prouder to be a Daddy...even the first time I was able to push of one of my chores off on him, I wasn't this proud.

"Hahah....yeah. Just make sure you mind your manners with a girl like that."