Getting Sick Sucks

I rarely get sick.  Don’t ask me how I got that way.  But this is one of those times where the germs have me in a headlock.

So here I am, the third day into this combination cold and fever.  I sound terrible, but how I feel is an improvement over the past couple of days.

Yesterday, I decided to walk 40 minutes to the local Wal-Mart Supercenter, paper towels in pocket to make sure my nose was free of the wet snot it would be discharging.

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Cigarettes And A Death In The Family

It was 21 years ago today.  January 28, 1991, a Monday.  I was 19.

I was going to northern Clearwater to visit and entertain my girlfriend at the time. My mother had won a contest Kash n’ Karry held where if you won, you got tickets to go to the Super Bowl.  Except my mom couldn’t go, my dad was very sick…he had cancer.  And the cancer had gotten to his brain by this point.  So, I went with a friend of my mother’s, an avid Giants fan, happy to see the New Yorkers eek out a 20-19 win.

So before I left for Clearwater, my Dad had asked me for smokes.

Christmas 1973 or so...
Watch the birdie..

“Hey P.J., could you find me some cigarettes?”

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Four More Curtain Calls

It’s the second Saturday of January, 2012.  In my world, that means only one thing, an appointment with the television at 4:30 to watch two NFL playoff games.

For those who don’t know, 32 teams start the NFL season every September.  Unless a franchise moves, it’s the same 32 teams every year.  No promotion or relegation like you see in soccer all over the world.  They play 16 games over 17 weeks in eight divisions spanning two conferences.  The eight division winners based on record (if teams are tied for a playoff spot, there’s a tiebreaker procedure to decide the better team) join four more teams, two in each conference with the best records that did NOT win the division (called wild cards) to make the 12 team playoff field.

Of those 12 teams, only one can be the Super Bowl champion a given year. The remaining 11 teams consider themselves lucky to have had such a good season. So I think of those 11 teams as great actors taking a curtain call.

This week, the eight teams left are reduced to four.  The week after this, those four are reduced to the two teams that play in the Super Bowl two weeks later.

The Super Bowl has gotten so big that the promotion for it doesn’t seem to speak of the two teams that will be playing.  There’s usually a large performance by a popular rock artist or performer at an extended halftime intermission.  This year in Indianapolis, the 1980’s pop starlet Madonna performs.  It’s like the Super Bowl takes a back seat to the rock concert in the middle of the game.

Me? I just like a good football game.

Private Parts

What’s the big deal about nude beaches and resorts? Just north of me in Pasco County of Florida, they are abundantly available.

They seem to have a rule about gawking. Seems a little weird to me.

How does one know if someone is naked unless it is seen? And, if you haven’t seen that certain private part before, how can you not gawk at least once?

If you don’t be want to be naked in public, isn’t the obvious first and only step NOT to be naked in public?

I’ve never bought into that phrase that if you’ve seen one person of one gender in the buff, you’ve seen them all. All of us just have variations of the same thing.

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Number 15

When I was a kid, I, like many, wanted to be an NFL quarterback.

I dreamed of wearing number fifteen. Don’t really know why. Bart Starr was the only really famous 15 in the NFL.

Maybe it was someone wearing that number sometime in the future.

Enter the young man from the Jacksonville area, who went on to play at Gatorland.

Enter Tim Tebow.

Here is a young man with a very bright future. The experts say he can’t do this, he can’t do that.

The thing is: with every throw, the doubters get another plate of crow.

This Sunday night in Denver, he sent Bronco fans to heaven, ending an overtime game against Pittsburgh in just eleven seconds.

Next Saturday night, it’s a trip to Boston, facing a Patriots team that averages in being awesome.

Vegas has New England as 14 point favorites.

Do you dare bet against America’s favorite?

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