Yesterday there were two games that epitomized what is beautiful about NFL football.
I, normally, have a hard time with pro sports. I enjoy seeing skills and bodies perfected and minds geared towards a single objective but I miss the soul and spirit that drives the sport at the amateur, high school and collegiate level.
Yesterday were two games that gave me hope, not just for sports but for mankind.
While a moron was taking responsibilities for his erroneous action that cost the lives of at least 30,000 people; taking responsibility by saying he had no intention of changing anything and would repeat his duplicitous actions as he was instructed by God. While this lunatic who reminds me more and more of Richard Speck and David Berkowitz was basking in the praise of his fellow sycophant killers Ladanian Tomlinson, Drew Brees and the San Diego Charger defense stepped into a hostile place and they played like a team.
Even though I don't yet think the Colts are a great team they do have a great offense and a great coach. It took a true honest extraordinary effort to step up and beat them so thoroughly, especially when the rest of the world was worried that the Colts would sit their superstar players down to protect them.
When they took the lead it was thrilling and then it was heart wrenching to see the Colt's inexorable machine come bearing down and come cracking back.
And when it all seemed sort of lost and hopeless a back up player, a guy who never gets the ball breaks free on a belly play and salts the game away with the freak TD!
Then to watch the team celebrate. They were like kids.
Then, later that night, the Bears started to prove that Lovee Smith's defense may indeed be great, at least as great as the Baltimore Raven's Super Bowl Defense. On a bitterly cold night they sent bodies flying, their minds totally concentrated on the task. There were at least 8 plays where the Bears' bodies did things I didn't think were possible. They shut down the number one running game and Michael Vick, the QB some are insisting is the greatest to play the game.
It was beautiful. Watching the steam flow from their nostrils they played with a frightening confidence. There was no doubt from the very start of the game that the Falcons would never see the end zone.

My puppy is growing. She is becoming the dog I've always dreamed of. She's funny, bossy and herself, not to imply she's full of herself but she very often is.

A few people have pointed out that I'm nearing the 100,000 "unique visitors" mark. I have a lot of friends and a lot of people like to look at the pictures and posters I guess. Last week there were over 10,000. I guess it's the holidays and some people, maybe people who aren't always at the front of my mind where they deserve to be, are dropping by to see if I'm still alive and making trouble.
I am.
Of course most might want to see if I'll ever finish any of my interminable stories . . .
Probably, but don't place money on it.
And when I do it will, no doubt, be long after anybody cares.
I still believe in the same things I always have. I'm too old to change, too stubborn.
All of which means nothing much to me. But it seems to make other people happy and I'm all for that.

One of the very few Christmas gifts I've purchased were the Pooch Cafe books. I think Paul Galligan's comic is the funniest thing since Calvin and Hobbes. Insightful, cruel and with nary a touch of warmth. I adore it all the more so in concentrated form. Yes, I read a Christmas gift before sending it away . . .
that said, Poncho, in Pooch Cafe, is not nearly as funny as my puppy!

What's not so funny is my health. It's not terrible but it's not good. It's a war. I find I keep my good humor. I don't know why. Guess a part of me thinks it's funny that this is happening, or maybe it's funny I feel so bad but keep on working.
I've been invited to a few Christmas parties. I don't want to go. I find that having a bathroom very nearby is conducive to me feeling at ease. And I'm not on the prowl and the people I see at parties are the same I can se every day. I don't drink so it's not like I'm going to say something I've been holding back (not that I hold much back . . .) So I'd rather stay at home, watch movies and play with my puppy. Duller than you'd ever thought I'd be but so what.

This is rambly. I wanted to say something, write something, but I keep nibbling at the edges.

I like Christmas. I like the New Years. I like all the 10 best lists.

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