in a (sick) people house
Well, it's been a sick weekend in the lumberyard. First there was me, then the youngster followed suit and now the wife has chimed in. I started to feel better Saturday and today things are looking up...for me. The rest of the clan isn't quite there yet. The youngster won't be schooling tomorrow (yet I have the rest of the carpool gang) and the wife won't be working.
The outside world has better news on some fronts...worse on others. But of course first the good news. We're #2! We're #2! As of this morning, the Villanova Wildcats hit number 2 in the national basketball rankings. The little school from Main Line Philly is rockin'.
Then there's the olympics. Bode Miller, say what you want, but the guy's a bust...maybe a beer bust. I don't care if he doesn't live up to the hype, but if he doesn't..well...stop the hype already. The whole olympic thing is going downhill for me and crashing like a typical Miller run. First we have him, then there's Lindsay Jacobellis...who had a solid lock on a gold medal until she had to hotdog her way into a silver lining. Followed by Shani Davis who pulls down the first gold medal by a black American guy ever in the winter games, and then basically writes off the moment of his life in front of the cameras. Dude, you rocked! How about feeling like you did and showing a little of that, maybe? The two word answers oozing attitude in the post event interview left Melissa Starks wondering if you were even happy that you won. Johnny Weir lost his aura somewhere over the Atlantic, and used that for an excuse for his abysmal performance (maybe it's somewhere in all those sequins) and for a "yeah, but" moment, we're left with yanking down the silver in.....ice dancing? I'll still watch the bobsledding (because it is hot wheels on ice) no matter who's winning, and even if they sprinkle it in between that ice dancing crap, and I'll still parochially pull for the red white and blue, but it would help if we could have some folks that just compete for all they're worth, celebrate afterward, win or lose, and not blame their missing aura if they blow it.
The outside world has better news on some fronts...worse on others. But of course first the good news. We're #2! We're #2! As of this morning, the Villanova Wildcats hit number 2 in the national basketball rankings. The little school from Main Line Philly is rockin'.
Then there's the olympics. Bode Miller, say what you want, but the guy's a bust...maybe a beer bust. I don't care if he doesn't live up to the hype, but if he doesn't..well...stop the hype already. The whole olympic thing is going downhill for me and crashing like a typical Miller run. First we have him, then there's Lindsay Jacobellis...who had a solid lock on a gold medal until she had to hotdog her way into a silver lining. Followed by Shani Davis who pulls down the first gold medal by a black American guy ever in the winter games, and then basically writes off the moment of his life in front of the cameras. Dude, you rocked! How about feeling like you did and showing a little of that, maybe? The two word answers oozing attitude in the post event interview left Melissa Starks wondering if you were even happy that you won. Johnny Weir lost his aura somewhere over the Atlantic, and used that for an excuse for his abysmal performance (maybe it's somewhere in all those sequins) and for a "yeah, but" moment, we're left with yanking down the silver in.....ice dancing? I'll still watch the bobsledding (because it is hot wheels on ice) no matter who's winning, and even if they sprinkle it in between that ice dancing crap, and I'll still parochially pull for the red white and blue, but it would help if we could have some folks that just compete for all they're worth, celebrate afterward, win or lose, and not blame their missing aura if they blow it.
John put this out here at 6:16 PM
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