Joined Jan 2006
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Northern California
Let me start by saying; I'm a Raider fan. Believe me, it takes alot. Yes I remember 1986. Yes I know some of you were born that year. I even remember 1972 when Franco Harris made that non-catch. Ah...memories. This year it looks like we may have a game. If Chi town's defence can get in Payton's face enough they could win. If not, I'm afraid the Colts may walk away with a ring. I lean towards the Colts but I just love Chicago. I dunno why. I guess it's because I think they deserve it. I think it will be a fun game to watch. My daughter has scheduled my grandson's second birthday party for that day. I know I will not be going to Disneyland. In two weeks Nascar kicks off and life can get back to what I consider "normal". Even with Dale dead, us "Motor Heads" love to see the crashes, oopps I mean the excitement of bumper to bumper racing. Yea that's the ticket.
This leaves us with that decision of what to smoke while we enjoy our favorite sport. Hummmm. I no longer have a problem picking a stick. I take a hand-ker-chif and tie it around my eyes and just reach in my hummi and wah lah, I have a stick. ( then I switch it for the one I really want)(but I can never decide which one I really want)(so I just find a corner and sob). When the sun comes back out I believe I will regain my happy attitude. I believe my winter crappy blues will die away. I believe that when I get up in the morning my first thought will not be, " I wanna go back to bed". I spotted some buds on the plumb tree today. There is hope. Once taxes are paid and the days get longer and the sun gets warmer and the race cars get faster and I can take off my long underwear, I can be happy again. I hate the winter. I hate the cold. I hate the dark. The end of football season means the beginning of a new season. A season of hope and love. The birds will come back and the bugs will infest the air. The heat will return and I can sweat again. The night time will shrink and the day drag on. Shorts and (foot) thongs and tee shirts, ah yes, the return of hope.
I am looking forward to the END of the Super Bowl, so we can get on with Spring and that wonderful thing we call summer. Warm temps and bugs and bees and bird poop on the car and sweat and BBQ and fishing and sun burns. Yes there is hope my dear friends. Hope is in the air. God Bless.
This leaves us with that decision of what to smoke while we enjoy our favorite sport. Hummmm. I no longer have a problem picking a stick. I take a hand-ker-chif and tie it around my eyes and just reach in my hummi and wah lah, I have a stick. ( then I switch it for the one I really want)(but I can never decide which one I really want)(so I just find a corner and sob). When the sun comes back out I believe I will regain my happy attitude. I believe my winter crappy blues will die away. I believe that when I get up in the morning my first thought will not be, " I wanna go back to bed". I spotted some buds on the plumb tree today. There is hope. Once taxes are paid and the days get longer and the sun gets warmer and the race cars get faster and I can take off my long underwear, I can be happy again. I hate the winter. I hate the cold. I hate the dark. The end of football season means the beginning of a new season. A season of hope and love. The birds will come back and the bugs will infest the air. The heat will return and I can sweat again. The night time will shrink and the day drag on. Shorts and (foot) thongs and tee shirts, ah yes, the return of hope.
I am looking forward to the END of the Super Bowl, so we can get on with Spring and that wonderful thing we call summer. Warm temps and bugs and bees and bird poop on the car and sweat and BBQ and fishing and sun burns. Yes there is hope my dear friends. Hope is in the air. God Bless.