Return of the... What was I saying?

I chose the Indianapolis Colts. Then again, what do I know?

Good evening friends, family, and random readers. I have returned. And plan to return for more regular posts. Because it's what I should be doing. Because it's what I want to do.

It's Personal. Sporting Rants and Raves. Three Word Wednesdays. All on the docket.

For now, I give to you a brief overview of the time since last I posted. Try to keep up...

I chose the Saints, the Colts, the Cowboys, and the Chargers. Saints and Colts played Saturday. Cowboys and Chargers played Sunday. 100% on Saturday and 0% on Sunday. The Old Man made it a point to tell me. I like to think of it as 50/50.

Softball started on the 17th. I, the lunatic coach, had the team at the fields at 9 a.m. People straggled and lazily trotted. 'This ain't last year's team,' I told 'em. Then we ran. And ran. And ran some more...

No class that Monday. The celebration of Martin Luther King, Jr. I don't really remember it. Okay, not for the reasons you're thinking. Well, maybe for the reasons you're thinking...

A short week. I worked. I home-worked. I class-worked. I remember a few victuals and a lack of sleep.

On January 23rd, I should have wished Kevin Mawae a happy 39th birthday.

JB hasn't been too happy about the lack of trivia...

Trivia of the Week 1/23
Who was the first Heisman Trophy winner elected to the Football Hall of Fame? In what year was he inducted?

And I thought it would be the Colts and Saints. Not that I have any way of proving it.

Another week. I worked. I home-worked. I class-worked. I remember a few victuals and a lack of sleep.

Rusty and I met with the owner of Purr, a bar on the Hill. We discussed sponsorship for this year's Thrusters. Very generous, she...

The weekend with no football during football season arrived. No, the Pro Bowl doesn't count, even if it was played the week before.

I should have wished Davey Johnson a happy 67th birthday on January 30th.

Trivia of the Week 1/30
For which team does Davey Johnson now serve as a Senior Adviser?

What is Sunday without football anyway?

Eh...

First week of February followed. I worked. I home-worked. I class-worked. I remember a few victuals and a lack of sleep.

Phil saw his shadow. Another six weeks of winter. Then, I read a stat regarding his accuracy. Phil gets it right 37% of the time. Now, honestly, given a very brief background in statistics, I'd imagine Phil would be about 50/50. Same as I with predicting football games. But no, he's a whopping 37/63. Has anyone ever wondered if there's a possibility that seeing his shadow actually means there won't be six more weeks of winter?

Given of course, that we're talking about a tradition that has a guy dressed in antiquated clothing yanking a rodent out of a hole and translating what that rodent sees.

That Wednesday night, a night not alright for fighting, Joseph and I accompanied a couple friends not to Zanzibar where we didn't replay scenes from an Italian restaurant, but rather to a packed and understaffed Mexican restaurant where we didn't start the fire in our stomachs. The meal was ridiculously late, which made us wonder if we could get to the concert on time. But we did, which allowed us to witness the song of you who have actually read this far into this post. When captain fantastic arrived, I was somewhat unsure about what he was trying to say. But the other one with his uptown girl was as hilarious as I'd been told. Neither piano man has yet let the sun go down on them...

Super Bowl weekend came in all its glory.

I could have wished Brodie Croyle a happy 27th birthday on February 6th. But I wouldn't have had more than that to say.

Trivia of the Week 2/6
Where did Babe Ruth - born on 2/6 - hit his final home run? (City and field)

The Super Bowl came. First half was boring. And then Sean Payton decided to try something that had never been attempted in any quarter but the fourth. It just so happens he became a hero and not a goat. A game of inches. Who dat!

I traveled that following Tuesday to Las Vegas. An uneventful flight. And raining in Vegas. Raining, really? A cab ride to the Mirage. A smoky casino wrapped in a mall. An average room. Steve and I drinking a beer. Visited Tao, a night club with which I was supposed to be impressed. Ate at Del Fresco's twice, a restaurant with which I was impressed. A guy named Robert yelling in the street, 'La verdad no está aquí', which roughly translated means 'The truth is not here.' I couldn't agree more.

The difference between New York and Las Vegas? New York has history and a soul...

Traveled back from Vegas and realized some things. Heard the Old Man asking me that Sunday before the Super Bowl began, 'What are you doing? Where are you going?'

We all have a window of opportunity. And that window isn't about money or fame. Neither greed nor lust. But truth. And, as a priest once told me, for saving the one soul that I can, namely mine.

That time fast approaches.

And here we are on this Saturday in mid-February. Anticipating an enjoyably long weekend followed by a week of work, some victuals, and more sleep.

I wish Mr. Randall Gene Moss a happy 33rd birthday.

Trivia of the Week
Randy Moss played for Marshall in college. But that was not his original choice. For which school did he sign a letter of intent? And when he was denied enrollment, to which college did he 'transfer'?

If you have made it this far, I applaud you. And if you've skimmed, I'll give you accolades. If you skipped all the way down here, shame on you. And if you never read this at all, you won't mind me calling you a dope. Thanks for taking the time. And I'll see you soon. Until next I write...