The kitchen smells like bacon today. We had BLTs for supper last night. The lingering smell is not a bad thing. If Chanel could bottle bacon as Perfume No. 8, it would sell by he gallon. Or not. Personally, I find perfume offensive, but one that had a hint of smoked meat...maybe.*
If the media would just ignore he attention whores during the National Anthem the nonsense would die a natural death.
Chicago Cubs ace Kyle Hendricks took a no-hit bid into the ninth inning. It was broken up by a Cards home run. I guess that is better than a little blooper into short right field. Perhaps not, that falling quail would have preserved a shutout at least. I felt bad for Hendricks anyway. The final score of 4-1 seems somewhat ordinary and does injustice to the pitcher's efforts.
For some strange reason I was convinced when I first woke up it was Saturday. Alas, it took just a few moments to realize it was indeed just another Tuesday. I am not disappointed, I thanked my Maker for another day, but I was confused for a few moments. I do have to work today after all.
I hope all is good in your life. Enjoy the day.
* edit: the wife says this is a stupid idea.
4 comments:
Bring back the draft.
James Old Guy
Magic number is 3.
Oh, and FWIW, the media can do what they want; as for me, I am ignoring the SJW, er, I mean, the NFL for the rest of the season. That isn't going to be difficult for me, unfortunately. I follow the Bears, and so far they look pretty disappointing.
But any league that lets this crap continue without punishment, and moreover told the Dallas franchise that they couldn't wear stickers on their helmets supporting the police, and said that players wearing stars and stripes shoes on 9/11 would result in fines, can kiss my fat white ass.
I'm convinced there is no competent PR person at the NFL HQ, or they are just another gaggle of Liberial douchebags. I think I know the answer
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