Quote of the Day: “Never let the fear of striking out keep you from taking a swing.”
- Babe Ruth
There was only on thing on the plate today.
Seahawks versus the Washington Foreskins.
Oh, and a run. Oops, then unknown to me came one of Steph’s basketball games at 10:00. OK, damn, well, the run will have to be tomorrow which works out since it was and is extremely windy last night and this morning.
The basketball game went OK, except that they lost and mirrored last night’s game where Alex’s team kinda stunk up the court. As you might recall, both kids won their first games last week but this week, it wasn’t in the cards for either offspring. Both were disappointed but are no 1-1 for the season.
The football game didn’t start until 4:30 and as unlikely as it may seem, I was able to get Sir Phil and his family to come over for the game. I had been invited to a get-together but declined because I really just wanted to stay home and build a fire while I watched the Foreskins get clipped…
(Obvious ALERT! Obvious ALERT! Never, and I mean NEVER, type in “foreskin” to Google images when you can’t remember the medical term “circumcision”. EVER!)
OK, now that I’ve flushed my eyeballs out with Lysol, dumped all of my cookies (both the computer ones and the contents of my stomach), and cleared my cache, I think we can continue. Excuse me, just a bit more bile…. OK.
I called Sir Phil and invited him. Lo and behold, he was available and even brought over his gang of Patches. Carrie cooked up some turkey chili and we drank beer while watching the game. Well, Sir Phil dipped into the bottle of Jim Beam I keep just for him but other than that, we stuck to the beer. I only had two, still reeling from a little situation not long ago.
When the game started, I was surprised to realize that I had not watched one professional football game this season. I look so forward to the season and then for some reason, have found better things to do every Sunday for the last few months. This struck me as very weird. What the hell have I been doing on Sundays?
They made a big deal of the fact that it had rained for 27 straight days in Seattle. I didn’t even know. The record there is 33. For a mood-swinging weather-dependent guy like me, I hope I can handle this kind of environment when I retire. It never seemed to bother me as a kid but neither did flying and we ALL know how I feel about that now.
I’m glad I didn’t know how important this Alexander cat was to the team when he got hurt in the 1st quarter. Seems he’s something of a linchpin. But apparently not since we won 20-10 (I say “we” as though I had anything to do with it.)
Now we are 1 game away from the Super Bowl. ONE GAME? Do you understand this? The Seahawks have been breaking my heart since 1976 when I first started going to Seattle during the summer to visit my father. Back then, I just liked the fact that they had cool colors and a badass, pissed off looking bird for a logo. This kind of offset the fact that they got their tailfeathers shoved up their ass every year.
So now they are one game away. The Seahawks. I know there are thousands, likely millions of better fans who have kept the flame alive all these years but for me, I’m glad to see “my” Seahawks finally get to stretch for that golden ring.
Play on, Hawks.
Free Advice for Today: “In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.