On political parties...

"The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by the spirit of revenge, natural to party dissension, which in different ages and countries has perpetrated the most horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism. But this leads at length to a more formal and permanent despotism."

--George Washington's farewell address

Based on what we just saw in the Capitol building, I think he was correct.

Is anyone else bothered by how much coverage the media is giving to ABC reporter, Bob Woodruff, and his camera man, Doug Vogt? Yes, it's sad. Yes, it's tragic, but they CHOSE to go over there. What about the men and women that were ORDERED to give their limbs and lives? The media is being selfish by over-covering the story of their friend and colleague.

This has NOTHING to do with my opinion on the war in Iraq. The media sucks donkey ass.

On a different note, Hamas coming to power in Palestine scares the shit out of me. But to put that in perspective, so does Pink Eye.

Weekend wrap

Friday's golf outing was stellar. Beautiful weather, I only lost one ball which is a new personal best, and I made good contact with the ball most of the time. I'm gearing up for my first lesson this Friday at the PGA Superstore in Alpharetta. Feel free to stop by around 1 if you want to watch, point, and laugh.

The Modern Skirts show Friday night was equally awesome. Due to unforeseen circumstances, Dave and I got a late start out of Atlanta. We walked in with enough time to say hello to the Skirt boys, look at the set list, warm up, drink a cold one and get our asses up on stage. The band along with a very large and vivacious crowd in combination with the excellent sound work from the 40 Watt crew made this performance one of my new top three from this band. If you're looking for a fun time this Friday, go see them this Friday at The Ten High in the Highlands area of Atlanta.

This morning brought a church gig and after lunch Keith came over so we could rebuild two of the cajons that we assembled just a few weeks ago. "Why the rebuild?" you ask. We built the original cajons to the exact specifications of the show designer, but due to a lack of transportation space and that 36 and 32 inch cajons made out of cabinet quality plywood are heavy and awkward to move, the larger two had to be rebuilt. Keith dismantled the two larger ones and brought them over to the house, we cut the wood down and then reassembled them into a 20 and 24 inch cajons. Then just for fun and to break in my new jigsaw, we went ahead and cut out the handles and sound holes on each.

So after all that, I have some extraneous fine quality cabinet wood in the garage that I'm going to attempt to build something with. Any suggestions?

And finally, I've been meaning to add this person to the list to my left, your right, but I kept forgetting about it until today when I saw her latest post which I found funny. I met her through Dave's girlfriend, The Bean, and have enjoyed her wit and sense of humor on numerous occasions. So without further ado, I proudly present for your reading pleasure, Bitchy Becky.

I was tagged by Sarah to do this because she thought my answers would be "snarky but honest". Before I started writing I thought she would be correct, then I started writing and it's hard to be snarky when making lists.

4 Jobs I've had (I'm listing my favorites, but in no particular order)
1. Bus Driver
2. Blackjack dealer
3. Event Coordinator
4. Six Flags Musician

Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. The Birdcage
2. Clue
3. Sneakers
4. Stargate

Four places I've lived (in chronological order):
1. Jacksonville, Fl
2. Marietta, Ga
3. Houston, Tx
4. Athens, Ga


Four TV shows I love:
1. The West Wing
2. Family Guy
3. 24 aka The Jack Bauer Power Hour
4. Iron Chef

Ten highly regarded and recommended TV shows that I've never watched a single minute of:
1. My Name is Earl
2. Twin Peaks
3. The Office
4. St. Elsewhere
5. The Sopranos
6. Arrested development
7. Any and all C.S.I. programming
8. N.Y.P.D. Blue
9. The L Word
10. and even though it is not considered "highly regarded" I'm going to throw in The O.C. for good measure.

Four places I've vacationed:
1. Las Vegas, NV
2. Melbourne, Fl
3. Sarasota, Fl
4. Austin, Tx

Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Steak
2. Chicken Divan
3. Homemade Burritos
4. Homemade Meatloaf

Four sites I visit daily: (Only four? WTF? It's not possible so here are the number of sites in each of my top four categories of web sites that I visit daily)
1. Blogs - 48
2. Job Search - 16
3. Music/Entertainment - 12
4. News - 10

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Las Vegas, NV
2. Athens, Ga
3. At the Fontana Lounge inside The Bellagio listening to Isis and Dian Diaz
4. The state of meaningful employment

Four bloggers I am tagging
1. Trina
2. Warren T
3. Stacy
4. Gunner

Quasi-breaking news...
Modern Skirts have been accepted to play at SXSW, I am excited beyond words for those guys.

Friday is chocked full of fun.

Wake up around 8 and eat a tasty breakfast at the WH, then it's off to the driving range and then a full round of golf with co-worker/friend Elson.

Following golf will be lunch, a nap, and a brief cleaning of the house.

Around 7:30 or so I will travel to Dave's house to catch a ride to Athens.

Midnight: perform with the Modern Skirts at the Fabulous 40 Watt. I hope to see you there.

Dear Rev. Al Sharpton,

Your recent statements regarding the cartoon show Boondocks leave me scratching my head wondering where you get your sense of what is right and what is wrong from. You are seeking an apology from Cartoon Network and the show's creator Aaron McGruder for using the word "nigger" and how Dr. King was portrayed on a recent episode.

It is a television show, a cartoon at that, and you have the right and ability to turn the channel. You disagree with how McGruder writes his nationally syndicated satire based comic strip and cartoon show, but at the end of the day, you are not owed anything by anyone.

Like with all forms of entertainment of a controversial nature, people have a choice whether or not to tune in. If you don't like something that's on the television or radio, then turn the fucking channel. Do not try and censor someone's art. Not everyone wants to be you, not everyone wants your sense of morality, not everyone thinks your opinion matters. I know this might be hard for you to swallow, but you do not know what is best for me, my family, my community, or my country. If you did, you would have been elected President.

Sincerely,

Me

I'll turn 30 in less than two months and I've been pretty good about beating myself up about it and what I feel that I've done with my life. Then today this tragedy happened and it put life back in perspective. When I read the story at work I almost broke down in front of Brandi. There is no reason why things like this should happen.

Survive this

Hmmm.......If Richard Hatch had taken the stand naked, would he have been acquitted?

(Writers Note: I has to use the phrase "been acquitted" to make sure that I didn't use the combination of "Richard Hatch", "naked", and "gotten off" in the same sentence.)

I just got this email from a friend that plays in a successful touring act that had an odd show recently. No names to protect the band, the guests of the party, and the innocent, but mainly the band.

Okay, I just had to share a bit of the happening from the last party we played. Here's the highlights:

******* (Think Preppy) University

A pool full of baby oil with girls starting out in bikinis wrestling (notice I said "starting out in")

Large trash cans filled with this mixture: 4 gallons of Everclear, 1 gallon of Vodka, a pinch of fruit punch "for color"

Really drunk guys starting out in boxers (again.."starting out in") wrestling each other "very playfully" because they didn't realize the girls had left the pool.

Tile Floor + Baby Oil + spilled drinks + intoxication = many HILARIOUS 'busting of the ass"

Police officers not liking the naked pool festivities and the the now blood covered tile floor from drunk people falling. (Girls shouldn't wear spike heels to frat parties)

Party over before we even make it threw half of our 3rd set.

I am SOOOO bringing my camera next time!

Roundhouse Kick This

Continuing on with my recent obsession with all things Chuck Norris; SNL had a sketch about "The Young Chuck Norris", and you can watch it here.

Emailed to me via Georgia Girl, who by the way is Catholic, so all email and comments about how unrespectful I am towards the religions of others will be forwarded directly to her.


The Pope had become very ill and was taken to many doctors, all of whom could not figure out how to cure him.

Finally he was brought to an old physician, who stated that he could figure it out. After about an hour's examination he came out and told the cardinals that he knew what was wrong.

He said that the bad news was that it was a rare disorder of the testicles.

He said that the goods news was that all the pope had to do to be cured was to have sex.

Well, this was not good news to the cardinals, who argued about it at length. Finally they went to the pope with the doctor and explained the situation.

After some thought, the pope stated, "I agree, but under four conditions." The cardinals were amazed and there arose quite an uproar.

Over all of the noise there arose a single voice that asked, "And what are the four conditions?"

The room stilled. There was a long pause...

The pope replied,

"First the girl must be blind, so that she cannot see with whom she is having sex.

"Second, she must be deaf, so that she cannot hear with whom she is having sex.

"And third she must be dumb so that if somehow she figures out with who she is having sex, she can tell no one."

After another long pause a voice arose and asked, "And the fourth condition?"

The pope smiled and replied, "Big tits."

The weather is Atlanta is down right depressing today. I wanted to call out of work as soon as I woke up, but against my better judgment I didn't. A quick internet news check this morning helped reassert that this day would indeed suck. By one scientist's mathematical formula today will be the most depressing day of 2006. Judging by the absence of manners and civility in the customers I have assisted today, I can attest that this formula might be legit.


Andy emailed me something that I have found to be down right hilarious. Go read this and this.

Search this

I got a good laugh out of some of the recent internet searches strings that have found their way here. Here's a few...

Me and my wife are having sex and are 7 year old walks in on us an

The Kroger Penguin Hot air balloon team

P. DIDDY and his family picture with all this son's

Shaking Penis

Testicle sales

Eating pork makes pee smell funny

Sniff................................

Transcribe this

For those of you not lucky enough to get the show Book of Daniel on NBC because of close-minded zealots, below is a short transcript from tonight's show.

Scene: Daniel, a pill-popping priest in the Episcopal church is sitting on the couch trying to write a speech for a ground breaking ceremony for a school. To get some feedback, he is reading back his speech back to Jesus who is sitting on the couch next to him.

Daniel: (fade in from black, in mid-sentence)........Responsibility as parents, as Christians that we make sure that our children get the best education available because only through knowledge can they make the world a better place for their children. (Looking towards Jesus for his approval) Well?

Jesus H: (curled lip at the bad writing) Ehhhh?

Daniel: I know it sucks, help me.

Jesus H: Oh, I'm not a speech writer, I'm more of a one-liner kinda guy. (quoting himself) "Do unto others", "Turn the other cheek"....stuff like that.

Daniel: What about The Sermon on the Mount?

Jesus H.: I didn't really write that down you know, mostly ad-libbed.

Daniel: Ahhhhh....You're a big help.

Jesus H.: You can feel free to quote me.

Daniel: Thanks....Hey! I could tell them the doughnut story.

Jesus H.: It's always good to open with a joke.

In the spirit of the Chuck Norris Facts, Paul Scheer has started a list of "What Jack Bauer Won't Say".

My favorite is; My First Puppy was named Snuggles and My 2nd puppy is Name Sparkles

Start your Tivos

Saturday, February 4, 2006

Studio 8-H

11:30 PM EST

NBC

Mr. Steve Martin will be hosting SNL with special musical guest, Prince.

This will mark the 14th time that Mr. Steve Martin will have hosted the show.

Being a huge Mr. Steve Martin fan, I can't wait.

Story from here

Sing this

Tonight after trivia I experienced one of the funnier and odder moments I can ever remember.

It started with Chuck Norris and a popular list that is floating around the internet. The weblink is a fictional but hysterical list of items that Chuck Norris can do . Kit printed out and brought a copy to trivia to help keep us entertained. At the end of trivia a prop bet formed between Stacy and Kit. It involved Kit using the Chuck Norris list as as a substitute for lyrics during a karaoke performance. This isn't funny unless you read the list do go click the link and start reading.

The song selected as his background was an instrumental version of the Battle Hymn of the Republic and as his truth was marching on Kit proceeded to tell us all of the wonders of Chuck. Half of the people left in the bar were laughing while the other seven stared at him with cockeyed confused faces. The best comparison I can make to this is Jesse Jackson's appearance on SNL reading Green Eggs and Ham. Except that Kit is white, not a religious or political icon and is not reading Dr. Seuess.

He completed his task and here's the picture of a very proud Kit, holding his lyric sheet and a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

But being the good sport he is, Kit offered Stacy a way to win her money back. Insert dirty thought here__________________

Earlier in the evening Stacy bragged that back in the day, she used to be a kickass breakdancer. So if she performs an acceptable breakdance at the upcoming and inaugural Mountain Weekend 2006, she will win her money back.

This is what I think of cell phones.

A guy walks into the local Texas welfare office for his monthly check. He marches straight up to the counter and says, "Hi. You know, I just HATE coming in here drawing welfare month after month, since I left New Orleans. I'd really much rather have a job".

The Texas social worker behind the counter says, "Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur-bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter. You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he'll supply all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided. You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips. You'll have a two-bedroom apartment above the garage. The starting salary is $200,000 a year". The guy says, "You're bullshitting me!"

The Texas social worker says, "Yeah, well, you started it.

Keith called a few weeks ago and asked if I would help him build some cajons for Odyssey. (Odyssey is a non profit WGI drumline and Keith is a member of the visual staff.) I love building stuff, but I don't get the opportunity very often. Plus, I haven't had a reason to break in my new Dewalt drill yet.

When Keith originally called about this project I imagined building cajons like this. But the Chief Show Designer, wanted large "prop-like" cajons. So instead of building small instruments that would require a lot of detail work and a lot of time, I was going to get to build large wooden boxes that we could knock out in one afternoon. Oh and we had to make three of these things, and they had to stack inside of each other to save on truck space.

Keith came over yesterday about 3:30, we chatted, sketched out our plans, double checked our measurements, and it was off to the Depot for supplies. Seven sheets of 4' x 8' x 3/4" later we were standing at the cutting area waiting for some assistance. Up walks a young lad in an orange apron named Jack. He took one look at us, one look at the stack of wood, one look back at us, sighed and said; "Do you need all of that cut?" One ten dollar tip later Jack was all smiles and really eager to help. Jack, in combination with the Depot's saw saved us hours of work.

Materials used
7 sheets of 4' x 8' x 3/4" cabinet grade plywood for the sides and tops
12 1" x 1" x 36" pressured treated 1'x1' for interior supports
1 box of number 6 x 1 1/2" wood screws
sandpaper

After we got back to Mainsail, Dave came outside to join in the fun. He and Bean has spent the previous night us after a late evening of drinking, Phase 10, and laughs. We started with the smallest one that was to measure 28" x 28" x 28". The largest would be 36" x 36" x 36". None of them would have bottoms so they could be stacked inside of each other. We're pretty smart guys when you put us together and this project flew by in no time. We got back from the Depot at 5:3o and we finished putting the last one together at 7:40. We got our process worked out on the first one and then it was easy.

Here's a few pics of the fun.


The wood, 1/3 or the way through, sitting in the back of Keith's car.


Keith rubbed the wood


Mid assembly.


More mid assembly


Screwin


Three guys on three finished prop-like cajons.


In honor of the impending Winter Olympics


Then we just got silly.

A skinny little white guy goes into an elevator, looks up and sees this HUGE black guy standing next to him. The big guy sees the little guy staring at him, looks down and says: "7 feet tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch private, 3 pound left testicle, 3 pound right testicle, Turner Brown."

The white man faints and falls to the floor. The big guy kneels down and brings him to, shaking him. The big guy says, "What's wrong with you?" In a weak voice the little guy says, "What EXACTLY did you say to me?"

The big dude says, "I saw your curious look and figured I'd just give you the answers to the questions everyone always asks me. I'm 7 feet tall, I weigh 350 pounds, I have a 20 inch private, my left testicle weighs 3 pounds, my right testicle weighs 3 pounds, and my name is Turner Brown."

The small guy says, "Turner Brown! ?!...Sweet Jesus, I thought you said, "Turn around"!

I hate Pat Summitt.

and every thing else orange.

and that includes oranges.

Announce this

Every year of college I spent the better part of March following the Women's (and sometimes Men's) basketball teams around the nation for the NCAA Tourny. There was one game where I believe one fan made a difference. He got in the opposing players' heads to such an extent that they were laughing at the free throw line. The game was never close, but Warren T had such an impact on one women's collegiate basketball game that he deserved a line in the box score. And now he has a blog.


For the past week I felt a discomforting feeling emanating from my left testicle. Not pain, but just discomfort. I checked out the offending appendage and to my dismay I felt something that shouldn't be there. A lump or mass if you will. I jumped on the internet trying to figure out what kind of doctor I should see. I found a doctor, did some research on him, called his office on Monday and made an appointment for today.

I woke up this morning with knots in my stomach. Nervous doesn't begin to describe it. I had images of how to tell my parents and friends. I wondered about surgeries, chemo, what songs I wanted played at my funeral, and basically every other nightmare scenario you could think of.

I walked into the waiting room, filled out the appropriate forms, sat down with an outdated issue of SI and looked around the room. The other ten patients looked about as happy to be there as I was. You could see the look in each others eyes that said, "We're all about to have our stuff yanked on by the same guy." Not a happy bunch at all.

In the midst of waiting a pharmaceutical sales rep walked in. Suit and tie and with a very large canvas bag with the word LEVITRA proudly emblazoned on the side. Can this get worse?

I waited for about ten minutes until I was asked to come back. The nurse led me directly to the bathroom where she instructed me to pee into a cup. I looked at her and plainly said, "That's not what hurts." She laughed, which was not my intent and said that they send the sample off to the lab for tests. Ok. Well then here comes the question of how much urine does the lab need. She didn't specify and there was no line on the cup. So I put my Diet Coke from lunch to good use. I filled it up. I can only imagine her face when she stopped by to pick it up later.

After making my deposit I was taken to an exam room. Exam room number 2 to be exact. I waited about five minutes before the doc came in. We made small talk for all of about 30 seconds before he said, "Ok, let's drop your drawers and see what going on." No dinner, no glass of wine, no talk about what we each want from life, nothing. I drop trau and he proceeds to go to town on the boys, complete with the "cough".

After what seems like an eternity, more like 40-50 seconds max, he looks up and says that it's nothing. I have an inflammation of the epididymis, called epididymitis, which he said was quite common. It's nothing you catch, it's just something that happens, like "a really bad cold" he said. So I had to ask, "If' it's as common as a really bad cold, then how come I have never heard of it before?" His reply; "How many male friends to you have that discuss the health of the testicles." Touche senior doctor, touche.

Final tally

$25 - Insurance co-pay
1 - Still sore testicle from being repeatedly squeezed
1 - antibiotic

Peace of mind....fucking priceless

So close...

I finished 28th out of a field of 320. A large majority of the people in the field bought there way in at 200 dollars a pop. I won a satellite to get in for 10 dollars, so a bargain to say the least. For this event, only the top seven cashed with the top two getting their trip and entry fees paid into the World Series' main event and other five getting the remaining cash. My finish was respectable, no doubt, but unless I win, blah, blah, blah.

WSB-TV and ajc.com are reporting that Governor Purdue has proposed 4% percent pay raises for all teachers in the state. Also included in the proposal is a freeze on their health insurance premiums, and aggressive budgeting to lower the number of students in each classroom.

That's fantastic, great, swell, and other positive descriptive words. Teachers should be paid more, their cost of living should be lower, and they should be given better opportunities to succeed.

What I hate is the timing. It's an election year, so it's the time of year to do nice things for a large demographics to help Sonny or any other elected official get re-elected. Do all politicians think we are that stupid that no one would notice the real reason behind these new initiatives?

I hope the teachers get all and more of what they deserve. But I hope when we go to the polls later this year we remember what our elected representatives accomplished over their entire term and not what they did during their last months in office.

The dog has been by my side as day. I walk to the bathroom, she's right there. I get a glass of water, she's right behind me. She hasn't left me all day, normally she could care less where I go as long as I'm not gone for more than 4 or 5 minutes. If I do leave her for longer than that, she'll come find me, cock her head to the side as if to say, "I was napping downstairs and you left me for more the 250 seconds. What the hell you bastard?"

And while sitting on the couch, she normally nuzzles up beside me, but today she has insisted on sitting *on* me, any body part will do, but since the computer is occupying my lap, she's making do with my legs. I've moved her six or seven times to no avail. I move her off my legs, she moves back. It a battle of wills and obviously I didn't come prepared.


I've been fighting this recurring cold since the beginning of December and I'm officially over it. I have an appointment for 1:45 PM on Wednesday and at that time, I hope that the doctor will be able to tell me; A) what the rash on my ass is, B) what the lump on my left testicle is and C) how I can kill this cold once and forever.

But I wasn't even supposed to be here today

The new trailer for Clerks 2 is up over here. It does take a while to load but totally safe for work.

There isn't much to it, all except for the ending the entire trailer is just clips with no dialogue, only background music. It is interesting how the years have aged the original cast members. The best part is watching Rosario Dawson's breasts bounce. She is such the hottie. And for you trivia buffs out there, the original title of this movie was going to be; Clerks 2: Passion of the Clerks.

I'm home sick, just a bad cold, but I seem to be getting them with more frequency.

I'm making good use of my time, I just finished watching the Blue Man Group's DVD, The Complex Rock Tour Live. I saw the show when it came through Atlanta and thought it was great, but the DVD is fantastic. Someone should win an award for the audio/visual editing. The sound quality is fantastic when pumped it through the stereo system.

Nap time.

We all need a Monday laugh.

Norm!!!

And the award for best use of his free time goes to Kit Kitchens.

Exhibit A

and the even better.....

Exhibit B


And a happy B-day shout to Mike and Trina. Sorry we couldn't be with you, but you're both in our thoughts. Hope to see you both soon.

You might know Felicity Huffman from "Desperate Housewives". The first time I saw the wife of William H Macy was when she was on the kickass show "Sports Night". She danced on a bar to the song "Boogie Shoes" and...........hold on.........yeah........wait for it...........ok, I 'm done.

Felicity is on Letterman right now bringing the proverbial house down. She's on the show to promote her new movie, "Transamerica" where she plays a pre-op trans-sexual that's meets his/her son for the first time when she/he bails him out of jail.

She told Dave that to help her get into character, she went out and bought a strap on.

She named it Andy.

I've had three days off in a row and I've made good use of the time off in the form of card playing and making money, except when I had people watching me play, that wigs me out. I can't play with people watching how I play, but that's my issue and I have to get over it. Anyways, I qualified for WSOP satellite that will pay my entry fee and travel costs to Vegas for the Main Event next summer. That satellite is next Tuesday, so keep your fingers crossed or something.

AJC.com is reporting that Music Midtown has been cancelled for 2006. No story posted yet, just the headline.

And if you needed it here's further proof that Pat Robertson is an idiot.

So last night Gunner came to town and he wanted to play cards at my usual Tuesday night haunt. Over dinner we talked basic strategy and position. I'd like to think my brief lesson had something to do with him making it to the final two tables, but I doubt it. Oh yeah and for her best finish ever, Stacy finished fourth. Where did I place you ask. Well if you MUST know, I busted early with a made hand and prick boy had to catch one of two cards left in the deck to win. He had a 5% fucking percent chance and he caught it. Don't get me wrong, that's the breaks and it comes with the game. But everyone could have done without his girlish screaming and spastic victory dance around the table that reminded me of a retarded stripper. Congrats!!! You won a hand, now sit down and shut the fuck up.

Deep breath........deep breath.......ok.......

Sugar pics...no pics of the actual game, they didn't turn out too well, so you're going to get some random shots.


In our front row seats.



Lynn Swan on the sidelines chatting it up.



You would think that by the look on his face, this picture was taken *after* the game.
Nope, this would be a very unhappy Brett *before* the game. Why so unhappy Brett?



Trina, hopefully working his last football game. I'm glad he doesn't make this pose often, it's kinda scary.



The West Va Band had two flag boys, two rifle boys and above is their Baton boy. I have no problem with guys doing rifle, sabres, or flags in Drum corp, but on the college level, I'm not so sure. I'm not being a bigot here, but I don't know how these guys with stand the abuse and ridicule. Baton boy did have some mad crazy skills with his long skinny............nevermind.



John Moates, younger brother of college friend Laura Moates stopped by to strike a pose.



Snares during Battle Hymn

Stacy at the final table big stacked

Ring in this

Here's a few pics from our NYE gig at The Biltmore.


Dave and Whit


Georgia Girl and Me


Dave and Bean


Georgia Girl and Bean


To the Left


To the Right


Load Dave, Easy boy, you'll blow an O-Ring


James, Dave and Moi


Stacy and Whit


Wall to wall people, and yes *That Guy* was the tallest man at the party.


Wall to wall people with confetti


Brett and me


Kayo and Andrew

Kev, no, I'm not pissed at you, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. What good would the internet be if everyone agreed?

I thought it was an amazing game and we had a wonderful time except for the outcome. I hate losing. And don't get me started on the referees from the PAC 10. It was obvious that they had never been involved in a magor game. They didn't cost us the game, we did that to ourselves. But those refs had enough mistakes to warrant being denied a BCS game for a few years.

The WVA fans and football team won with zero class. Chip or no chip, if you think going into a game that you are going to win then don't be surprised when you do and turn into flaming assholios. With that said, I know that every school has fans that take things too far. I have also experienced games in almost every SEC stadium as a visitor and last night I saw the worst fans I have ever come across. They were worse than Gators in the Swamp and worse that the Vols in Neyland Stadium.

List this

Things to do on Tuesday.

Get up

Let Brett get his car out of the garage.

Post pics and stories from NYE, Yes, I will do this tomorrow.

Around 5 PM, Gunner will arrive. We're planning to go clothes shopping for the impending quints, exchange a holiday purchase at Lenox, eat dinner, drink beer, and play cards.

Go to bed.

In football news...I hate West VA. Their fans are rude as hell, and anyone who proudly wears yellow should be shot with out any warning what so ever. Anyone should be allowed to walk up to whomever *Proudly* wearing yellow, put a gun to their head and pull the trigger.

Season this

If you've been reading me for a while, you might be aware of my fetish for a good salad. There is a new addition to the salad in the house and it is McCormick Salad Toppins. It is similar to bacon bits still crunchy with more flavor.

The NYE gig was fun, we played well and the crowd loved the tunes.
Pics coming in a day or two.

Back to work tomorrow and tomorrow night, it's onto the Sugar Bowl. Being that the seats are on the front row of the lower section on the 45, there will most definitely be pics for that too.