10:04pm: Oh my god, what a long day at work. All I would like to do is sit down on the couch and forget about my day at work and shut my brain off.
10:05pm: The Sound of Music is on. Wow, I love Julie Andrews, what a strong pronounced chin. I contend if I could marry one movie character, it might be Mary Poppins.
10:26pm: The Nazis, as malicious and cunning as they may be, are certainly far too trusting. After all, when catching a family escaping, it is always customary to allow them to sing a song literally telling you “goodbye.” I almost expect Mr. Von Trapp to flip off the Nazi douche in the hat before disappearing off the stage.
Many dubious men, lofted by circumstance and connections, easily become far too enamored in their own reflection of all they have gained through their “people skills” and “commanding presence” and “silver tongue” than to notice their charges escaping their clutches. Never once do they consider the words they spoke, the hopes they raised, the promises made when they spoke of better times and peace and prosperity for all. All they care about is accruing as much power for themselves as they like, no matter the protestations, no matter how in the wrong they very well may be. They say the edges they cut, the rules they circumvent, are for “the best interest” or “for the preservation” of our way of life, or of our nation, or of our people, or of all people or for the environment. You don’t notice the “cut corners” until you are a Von Trapp, the very definition of a corner. They say it can’t happen, not only here, but ever again. They say we are too smart for that, to let such inhumane things happen again. They say we have secured peace, they say it a lot. They say it, but is it true?
10:33pm: I find out it is true. The evidence. I swear, with all which is holy, I will not allow this monstrosity of human degredation to continue.
11:23pm: I attempt to explain the Super Bowl to a girl from Cameroon. I reference it to the World Cup, played once a year, to be the best football team in the world. “But no one else plays football, your football.” “So, that means the best team in America is the best team in the world, you’ve proven my point.”
The highlights of the Little Caesars Bowl is presided over rather poorly by poor Garret Dearborn of the Channel 2 News at 11pm. I commend his apparent effort to say nothing during the highlights of the Colts-Raiders. I then remark to Danielle, the Cameroonian, “If on one end of the spectrum you have the Super Bowl, then the other end of the spectrum would house the Little Caesars Bowl. Why would Garret Dearborn spend forty five seconds not talking about the Little Caesars Bowl?”
11:43pm: I explain to Danielle Denny's is the quintessential American food. It has great, decadent breakfasts Americans love, greasy, fried food Americans love, and milkshakes!!! She says she hates Denny's, I ask her incredulously, "What's your problem, aren't you American?" She replied, "No." I answered back, "That explains it."
11:57pm: I think of her (not Danielle) again, wondering how she is doing, whether I should call her. I don’t. I don’t call not because I don’t know what to say, but because I am not sure I should say what I desire to say.
12:00am: Seriously, do you know why they built the Metrodome in the first place? It was to prevent occurrences where Vikings games would be postponed or canceled because of terrible Minnesota winters. The taxpayers not replacing the Metrodome years ago caused this; for as long as I can remember people have been complaining about that poorly-built hellhole. Now the Homer Dome is untenable, apparently. They NEED a new stadium or that team will move, it will have to. The Eagles and Vikings are going to play on Tuesday night, which means Philadelphia will only arrive home Wednesday to play a very important game on Sunday against the Cowboys. Should the Vikings have to play all of next season (if there is a season in 2011) at the University’s stadium, should we expect such delays as well? Either build them a new stadium, Minnesota, or allow them to flee for Los Angeles.
12:06am: I hate that the Patriots are going to ruin another season for me by winning the Super Bowl. I realize if the Jets win next week, as do the Ravens, and if the Steelers lose at Cleveland, the Jets would get the #5 seed in the playoffs, knocking the Steelers to #6. The #5 wild card gets the easier task of the AFC South champion, the #6 gets a trip to Kansas City, who seem more and more like the 2001 Patriots than the 2010 Patriots do. I’m not saying I’d pick the Chiefs to win the Super Bowl this year, in fact I don’t think the chances of them winning a Wild Card Game are great, but the similarities persist.
Not excluding the fact the team is run by General Manager Scott Pioli, former Patriots GM; head coach Todd Haley, former Patriots coach; quarterbacked by Matt Cassel, former Patriots quarterback. They run the ball exceptionally well; they don’t make many mental mistakes. Cassel’s main job is game manager, but he can come on and lead a drive when needed. This kid isn’t Tom Brady yet, but he’s got the ability. I’m not sure I can name anyone on the defense, nor much of the offensive line, but they get the job done, don’t they? Should they beat Oakland, they would be 11-5, the same record as the Patriots of 2001. I’m not picking them, but I’m rather impressed.
12:20am: I hope everyone saw the Mike Singletary-Troy Smith-Ted Ginn fight on the sidelines in slow motion, like I did. It is clear Singletary had lost his mind; the cool, calm preacher man went absolutely ballistic on Smith, who had just thrown a costly interception, dashing the hopes of Singletary’s belief God loves the playoffs. Singletary said something to Smith, what it was I don’t know, but surely Ted Ginn knows. After Singletary said whatever it was, Ginn was shocked, and said something akin to “Whoa, whoa.” Singletary crossed a line, I am sure. He coached poorly; he oftentimes had no idea what the hell he was doing. He was far too over his head in this job and deserved to get fired. I hope he gets another job, I know he will, but I am not sorry in the least bit for Mike Singletary. He earned the job; he knows it is performance based. He knows his performance was weak and atrocious and even though God loves the playoffs, the 49ers are not a good team and do not deserve the playoffs, this year anyway.
12:25 am: Yes, God loves the playoffs. How do I know this? How else can you explain the fact 16 out of 30 NHL and NBA teams make the playoffs? How else can you explain the sheer greatness of March Madness to the lameness of the (Devil-controlled) BCS? No sport has no greater drama at any time than October baseball during the playoffs. Football has the greatest spectacle of all, the Super Bowl, the culmination of the playoffs.
12:33am: And this is the stuff I think when I’m sober?
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