Life is a Metaphor for Football

I have a friend who says that football isn’t a metaphor for war; it’s the story of a man trying to find his freedom.  I’m not sure I know what he means but I suspect he’s right.  Whenever I hear football compared to war it bothers me.  I’m not sure we should compare anything to war.  Except war.  That’s the list.

The Greatest Man That Ever Lived

The Packers are back from their bye week.  That’s why I felt so empty last week!  No, wait.  I had that empty feeling because my pigskin paladins were junk-punched by a bitter rival last Sunday right before my horrified eyes.

A Nor'easter Ate My Blog Post

Everything is Forever

Barring an extinction level event or a failed backup, here in the digital age, we not only have to live with our mistakes, our children and our children’s children have to live with them as well.  They will also live with our successes but for most of us (all of us?) the mistakes far outnumber the successes.  And trust me, if the evidence fits on a thumb drive, you do not have the only copy, no matter how much you paid that man with the Portuguese accent.

A Lot of Football Left to Play

Numbers are meaningless without other numbers.  You don’t know if eating twelve pancakes is a lot without knowing the record for eating pancakes.  Well, okay, any sane person knows eating twelve pancakes is a lot.  Bad example.  But you know what I mean.  I mean those plate-sized pancakes you get at the Wells Diner not those saucer-sized pancakes at IHOP.  The blueberry pancakes at the Wells Diner are delectable, but I can’t imagine eating more than three.

Stampede!

I didn’t think the herd was this easy to spook. 

Maybe we’ve all become hypersensitive to doom.

Maybe we’re addicted to fear.

Flight.  Fight. 

Some or all of the above.

This is This

We need to tackle better.

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