Have I been yearning for the start of football season? Absolutely. Am I ready, i.e. prepared? Fuck no! I’m a multiple sclerotic with two teaching jobs this summer. I have two fantasy teams that I didn’t pick, one of which my brother-in-law actually signed me up for because I forgot to enter the league. I did, apparently, correctly order the NFL Sunday ticket, so I don’t have to hit any bars this season. Naturally, I ran out of milk, so I used the last of it for my morning coffee, but have eaten no cereal. I may head over the 7-11 to rectify the situation. So am I ready? Fuck no.
Favre has been all over the news this morning, whining but how the Green Bay Packers don’t feel like sucking his cock. Naturally, I’m not strong enough not to be watching his season premiere as a New York Jet. I won’t do this too much, but fuck it, the Pack doesn’t play till Monday afternoon. I don’t hate the guy and have a morbid curiosity. Favre is wearing a black jock strap today, which shows nicely through his football pants. Admittedly, he doesn’t have the greatest ass in the world, but what queer football fan doesn’t love white football pants?
I just noticed that ex-Longhorn prima donna Ricky Williams is back. I guess I should be upbeat on their behalf. I’m a Longhorn, right? The gods know that I spent enough time at UT to qualify, although I have been at the UW longer than any other academic institution, now. I guess I ought to root for the Huskies, but college ball doesn’t float my boat. So far
It looks like that Pats are having a really shitty morning. It looks like Brady is already injured and Randy Moss has already fumbled.
Craig is getting back from his morning meeting. We’re going to get some breakfast. I’m going to watch football, fall asleep on the couch and then get up and grade the last of the