I still have no idea what this is. I don’t know what it means. I don’t know if it’s an advertisement, or a video, or a cartoon, or a warning. I just know that it is the one item I’ve found on the ‘net this year that I absolutely cannot comprehend in any way, shape,
that I would be good even if i did nothing that I would be good even if i got the thumbs down that I would be good if I got and stayed sick that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds that i would be fine even even if I went bankrupt
How’s this for annoying? When I returned from San Diego I realized that the cable company had rearranged all the channels. ESPN2 moved from 68 to 32. The TV Guide channel (previously 44 and the most-useful of all stations) is missing. And I can’t find Animal Planet (used to be 59) anywhere. Crikey! I don’t
I finally managed to finish all my Christmas cards last night. It figures that I would run out of stamps with three left – mom, dad, and Nana Rainy’s. People should start getting my Christmas cards around the first week of January, so that’s always pleasant. And of course I haven’t mailed any gifts yet.
It didn’t mean all that much at the time. Early last March free-agent quarterback Elvis Grbac took a spur-of-the-moment trip to the Maryland home of Ravens coach Brian Billick. It was assumed that Baltimore would sign free agent Brad Johnson, who had played for Minnesota for seven years while Billick was an assistant coach there. But after Grbac expressed a strong desire to play for Billick (during a five-hour meeting that took place while Billick’s daughter’s slumber party raged in the next room), the Ravens decided to offer the same contract to both quarterbacks and sign whichever one agreed to the terms first. Grbac jumped at the deal, and a few days later Johnson signed with the Buccaneers. On Saturday night (ABC, 9:00 ET) Grbac and Johnson face off when Tampa Bay (8-6) hosts Baltimore (9-5). Each team needs a win to qualify for the playoffs; Johnson needs a victory to prove to Billick that he made the wrong choice last spring.
I just heard Stuart Scott on Sportscenter talking about Barry Bonds‘ season this year. He said something that just blows me away. I hadn’t — until now — really appreciated Bonds’ home run extravaganza. The 73 (SEVENTY-THREE!!!) home runs in a season is amazing, obviously. But Scott just said that Bonds hit a home run every twelve swings. Not “at-bats”. Swings. A home run every twelfth time he swung the bat. That is just incredible. I cannot believe that.
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