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Saturday, October 17, 2009
Jshox has been quietly preparing for Sunday's game, treating it like any other Sunday, because this team is too good to take focus away from my teammates.
It's like what I tweeted Thursday: "have nothing to say about the giants!! wish them the best... a great 6yrs up north what more could a guy ask for??"
You know, fans have been talking about a three-game sweep of New York teams this Sunday. "fk the ny sweep we need the whole east.. from miami to buff"
When Reggie's not busy cheering on SC, he's busy doing charity work and filming commercials at St. Jude Childrens Cancer Research Hospital, and dishing on the internets what we were doing Thursday: "That ballon traveled like 70 miles!!! LMAO! Somebody going to jail for that one! Funny part was my whole team glued to the tv watching it!"
Did anyone else share my schaudenfreude this week when the NFL told Rush Limbaugh to go back to the bigot-filled cave he came from? I thought Michael Wilbon wrote rather eloquently on this subject. And though I tend to agree with one of my friend's assessment of the situation -- "This is America and any jackass with money can own whatever the fuck he wants. I don't understand the controversy really. Yeah I think Rushbo is a jackass, but let the jackass own a team if he wants for chrissake." -- you have to understand the NFL business is more concerned for its bottom line. It's a shared revenue system. If Rush-owned Rams can't sign quality free agents, the team perennially sucks and relies on other teams' profits to stay in the black -- no pun intended. Just go back to what Art Modell, former owner of the Cleveland Browns, once said: "We're 26 Republicans who vote Socialist!"
But jshox isn't here to write about politics. Hell, I tried watching a United Nations summit on Fox News the other day and nearly brained myself.
Ya been reading the comments to Saints stories on nola.com? kewlbrees, this one Budweiser tonight is tipped to you, my lucid friend.
Get you some Charles Grant, Eli!
On another note, "Drag Me to Hell" is the most fun I've had in about 20 years watching scary movies. The DVD arrived in the mail Friday and my old lady, who loves scary movies and seriously doubted the writer and director of the The Evil Dead trilogy was capable of frightening her, actually screamed so loud she scared the dog, my dachshund named Poboy.
In fact, the old lady screamed out loud four times! I've never seen her scream out loud once before. And even without Bruce Campbell, whom I seriously hoped would make a cameo, Sam Raimi throws several bones Evil Dead-style to his oldest fans. Watch it tonight!
