Lol, Bogs I love you. I only give you a hard time because I know you're OK with it.
Thanks, bud! We both know it is all good! (I just couldn't resist!)
But do me a favor; don't use the word '
hard' in the sentence immediately following the one where you say '
I love you,' ever again!
Reps, sir! And a tip of the beer to that!
My day Saturday :
I don't think I conveyed the day I had Saturday. It was full of more petty bs than I can ever remember dealing with in a day.
We had an eighth birthday party for the daughter of good friends. My friends, (mom and dad), delight at planning her parties during ND games, every year. They are ND fans, but they love giving me crap about my Irish chauvinism. They tease me about how one dimensional I am, and tell me to get a DVR, when I bitch to them about their timing.
So I have a DVR and a new provider service this year. All cool it reminds me that the program may run over, so I decide that yes a half hour is more than enough extra time, and am pretty pleased with all things. The day was a cluster of all kinds of insane improbable crap, and therefore we are relegated to running like madmen, just to get through the day. Incredible bull shit, great results, wonderful party, we get home and I finally get a chance to wind down. I have even had a chance to fend off every spoiler alert.
Numb to begin, I watch the game like a slow motion fatal car crash. The kids are worried because I am not ever cursing. All the time I am saying, "Start playing, we can win this!"
Malik goes down and I feel terrible. I start to get angry at Va, so it becomes more than a religious obsession, it becomes an out and out crusade. I think I went about 20 minutes without blinking, and I know pulsing drum beat in my head is the increase in my heart rate to try to compensate for the lack of oxygen in my system; I am regularly forgetting to breathe. We get down to the final drive, everything is on the line, my boy is in, moving the team slowly, we get down to 33 seconds, (clearly the play before the TD!), and the recording stops! It is at the fucking end, no warning, just done! I am going oh ______, _____ _______ - _____!
Everyone left the room. I got up and walked in to my office, and turned on my computer, fully expecting to see a Hooey victory. BUT INSTEAD, THE IRISH WON!
Took me a couple of hours to see the highlights! My boy gets in, mounts a comeback two minute drive for the ages, and what do I do? Miss it. What a perfect ending for a perfectly shitty day!