69 was the birth of our
first grandchild ... my niece ... a miracle baby. It was then that I first
saw something very strange ... very odd ... the birth of an invention called
"The Pamper". Unfortunately, there is only one use for a Pamper
and today there are mountains throughout the United States dedicated to
it. Staten Island for example used to be a relatively flat island, now it
holds tribute to this inglorious invention.
Correct me if I'm wrong but I could of sworn I saw some guy wearing #87 with a huge smile on his face that I'm going to have a tough time explaining to my wife. It's that bad and it's that infectious. The rewards come from being good to yourself, for if you are not, then who will be. That was some truly inspired ball ... and it was just a matter of time.
It absolutely scares me to consider what might be next. This Kluwe guy is on an absolute terror. I had thought this kid shifted to the next level but now he's defying the laws of physics. I think he's got one of Lieutenant Dan's magic legs.
Am I alone out there, or is John Gruden, the Big "G", absolutely ripping apart the world of the commentators. This guy may have aspirations toward returning to the coaching world however, when he does, the booth will have lost its favorite son. There is a reason why ESPN logged its best Monday Night review ever and this character is a big part of it. There's nothing like Chucky in-da-house, especially when the lights go low.
Now the Big G, dropped the big one on us Monday. He called it a two headed monster. It's really a three headed monster. Tell me, exactly what were you thinking when Da-G said, "Can you imagine Peterson facing a cover 2 scheme ... something this kid has never faced in his career". Personally, to be direct, that statement first raised the hair up upon the back of my neck, and then sent a chill down my spine. We dare not ever think of such a thing.
In watching that masterpiece on Monday, it became quite clear that there were numerous names branding their mark on this game. Once again ... this isn't Brett's team ... it's not AD's team. It is (put your name hear) team.
The initial death strike came from what position? For all intended purposes, after that toss, the game was over. Even a pin prick to the heart is fatal.
After the game, Brett mentioned a feeling that he had. It was almost like a past day in Oakland and it was in reference to his father. Truth be told, the ones truly close to us never leave us. He was there ... it was plain as day. His father has a message to deliver.
Now onto the lighter side of something truly special. Apparently it doesn't matter which goal line is in play for these Beserkers ... part men, part beast. In fact, I could of sworn I heard "Da-G" call him, "This guy is an absolute beast!" The 3rd head is stirring deeply within the cauldron ... resurrecting the ghosts of a Viking past. Since these characters taught us to feed upon defensive prowess, like vampires to blood, I wonder if Eller, Page, Larson, and Marshall are watching today? What must that steel-eyed stone faced coach think of this crew of misfits? I'll bet they're kinda' giddy! Playground's open boys!
Black support hose and black balloons are the order of the day. Move the snaps quickly to the youth as what is easy for some is particularly hard for you and what is hard for most becomes quite easy for you. Do not linger on the exposure as there are many tired old bones to rest. Do not be foolish.
The Viking Ghost