Sunday, September 30, 2001

I love Sundays. There is nothing better than watching all of the pre-game hype while reading ads for things I want and can’t afford. Today is a true day of focus for me as my favorite sport merges with my favorite thing to do, nothing. Sure, some problems can arise on any given Sunday, your teams can get crushed, your kids could have some obligation that take you away from your precious TV but on average it’s all good. This morning’s curve ball came as I snuggled in to the Best Buy ad and by the time I had mentally spent $20,000.00 Max had dumped out the entire contents of a Raisin Bran box. Thoughts of a shake free television had me so giddy that the bran/sand box didn’t really bother me. Cleanup was just a minor pain in the ass compared to the sorry state of our fantasy football team. Only one other minor crisis as there was only one poptart in the house. Solomon stupidtom split it up just in time to prevent injury. No other ass pain to report. Gametime. 12:00:00 AM    says you