Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas y’all. Kinda. Not. Perhaps it’s me in my “advancing maturity” and burgeoning cynicism. I’ve about had it with that time of year which starts around the fourth Thursday in November and caps itself off with the typically illegal display of new year inspired neighborhood fireworks which are designed to force thunderstruck dogs to run laps around the couch, jump on the kitchen counters to rearrange your bucket…"A Holiday Rant"
“I need you guys to tell me if this sounds too flippant.” Not since the first time I saw the crawl at the beginning of Star Wars in the summer of 1977 at the Rialto Theater with a box of Hot Tamales in one hand and 20 ounces of pop in the other, have I seen or heard a more brilliant precursor to a wonderful act of creativity. Of course, I didn’t know…"Delivering Expectations"
As I write today’s dispatch on a Sunday night, I’m flipping the channels back and forth between the Broncos/Saints game and Game 4 of the World Series. Denver is currently trying to punch it in while the Giants are up 1-0 in the top of the 3rd. The Broncos just punched it in. Just a little over an hour ago, those debutantes and crackheads who play their own version of football out…"I’ve Been Waiting All Day For Sunday Night"
As I’ve endeavored to do so in previous blogs, the dispatch of verbal brilliance which will ensconce your eyeballs and weave it’s dastardly way into your skull will be pretty much be dead on with the general concept, but short on the facts where the details are concerned. I do this for two different reasons. The first reason serves purely as an indictment on our political system. Here in the 21st century where…"Put Me In Coach"